Apparel vice like virtue’s harbinger;
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
Be secret-false.
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.
—Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
The poet conveys his thoughts in festive solemnity on the carriage of rhythm: usually because they are unable to walk on their own feet.
—Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900)