Now true as all this is, I never think myself impowered to excommunicate thereupon either the post-chaise, or its driver----nor do I take it into my head to swear by the living G--, I would rather go a-foot ten thousand times----or that I will be damn'd, if ever I get into another----but I take the matter coolly before me, and consider, that some tag, or rag, or jag, or bolt, or buckle, or buckle's tongue, will ever be a wanting, or want altering, travel where I will--so I never chaff, but take the good and the bad as they fall in my road, and get on: ----Do so, my lad! 
Now, I never swear at the post-chaise, or its driver - but I take the matter coolly, and consider that some tag, rag, jag, strap or buckle will always want altering, wherever I travel. So I take the good and the bad as they fall in my road, and get on.
'Do so, my lad!' 