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To tread in paths to ancient bards unknown, May Providence o'ershade me with her wings, And hind my temples with a civic crown :

While the bold Muse experienc'd danger sings! But more my country's love demands my lays; Not that I wander from my native home, My country's be the profit, mine the praise ! And (tempting perils) foreign cities roam.

When the black youth at chosen stands rejoice, Let Paris be the theme of Gallia's Muse, And “clean your shoes" resounds from every voice; Where slavery treads the streets in wooden shoes. When late their miry sides stage-coaches show, Nor do I rove in Belgia's frozen clime, And their stiff horses through the town move slow; And teach the clumsy poor to skate in rhyme: When all the Mall in leafy ruin lies,

Where, if the warmer clouds in rain descend, And damsels first renew their oyster-cries : No miry ways industrious steps offend: Then let the prudent walker shoes provide, The rushing flood from sloping pavements pours, Not of the Spanish or Morocco hide ;

And blackens the canals with dirty showers. The wooden heel may raise the dancer's bound, Let others Naples' smoother streets rehearse, And with the scallop'd top his step be crown'd: And with proud Roman structures grace their verse, Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet Where frequent murders wake the night with groans, Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking And blood in purple torrents dies the stones. Should the big last extend the shoe too wide, (sleet. Nor shall the Muse through narrow Venice stray, Each stone will wrench th' unwary step aside ; Where gondolas their painted oars display: The sudden turn may stretch the swelling vein, O happy streets ! to rumbling wheels unknown, Thy cracking joint unhinge, or ancle sprain ; No carts, no coaches, shake the floating town. And, when too short the modest shoes are worn, Thus was of old Britannia's city bless'd, You'll judge the seasons by your shooting corn. Ere pride and luxury her sons possess'd;

Nor should it prove thy less important care, Coaches and chariots yet unfashion'd lay, To choose a proper coat for winter's wear.

Nor late-invented chairs perplex'd the way; Now in thy trunk thy D'Oyley habit fold,

Then the proud lady tripp'd along the town, The silken drugget ill can fence the cold;

And tuck'd-up petticoats secur’d her gown; The frieze's spongy nap is soak'd with rain,

Her rosy cheek with distant visits glow'd, And showers soon drench the camlet's cockled grain; And exercise unartful charms bestow'd : True Witney broad-cloth, with its shag unshorn, But since in braided gold her foot is bound, Unpierc'd is in the lasting tempest worn:

And a long training mantua sweeps the ground, Be this the horseman's fence, for who would wear Her shoe disdains the street; the lazy fair Amid the town the spoils of Russia's bear?

With narrow step affects a limping air. Within the roquelaure's clasp thy hands are pent, Now gaudy pride corrupts the lavish age, Hands, that stretch'd forth invading harms prevent. And the streets flame with glaring equipage; Let the loop'd bavaroy the fop embrace,

The tricking gamester insolently rides, Or his deep cloke bespatter'd o'er with lace. With Loves and Graces on his chariot sides; That garment best the winter's rage defends, In saucy state the griping broker sits, Whose ample form without one plait depends, And laughs at honesty and trudging wits. By various names in various countries known, For you, O honest men, these useful lays Yet held in all the true surtout alone;

The Muse prepares ! I seek no other praise. Be thine of kersey firm, though small the cost, When sleep is first disturb’d by morning cries, Then brave unwet the rain, unchill'd the frost. From sure prognostics learn to know the skies,

If the strong cane support thy walking hand, Lest you of rheums and coughs at night complain, Chairmen no longer shall the wall command; Surpris'd in dreary fogs, or driving rain. Ev'n sturdy carmen shall thy nod obey,

When suffocating mists obscure the morn, And rattling coaches stop to make thee way: Let thy worst wig, long us’d to storms, be worn : This shall direct thy cautious tread aright,

This knows the powder'd footman, and with care Though not one glaring lamp enliven night. Beneath his flapping hat secures his hair. Let beaux their canes with amber tipt produce; Be thou for every season justly drest, Be their's for empty show, but thine for use. Nor brave the piercing frost with open breast; In gilded chariots while they loll at ease,

And, when the bursting clouds a deluge pour, And lazily ensure a life's disease;

Let thy surtout defend the drenching shower. While softer chairs the tawdry load convey

The changing weather certain signs reveal. To court, to White's, assemblies, or the play ; Ere winter sheds her snow, or frosts congeal, Rosy-complexion'd health thy steps attends, You'll see the coals in brighter flame aspire, And exercise thy lasting youth defends.

And sulphur tinge with blue the rising fire; Imprudent men Heaven's choicest gifts profane: Your tender shins the scorching heat decline, Thus some beneath their arm support the cane ; And at the dearth of coals the poor repine ; The dirty point-oft checks the careless pace, Before her kitchen hearth, the nodding dame, The miry spots the clean cravat disgrace.

In flannel mantle wrapt, enjoys the flame; Oh! may I never such misfortune meet!

Hovering, upon her feeble knees she bends, May no such vicious walkers crowd the street! And all around the grateful warmth ascends.


Nor do less certain signs the town advise Or thus hung Glaucus' beard, with briny dew Of milder weather and serener skies.

Clotted and stait, when first his amorous view The ladies, gaily dress'd, the Mall adorn

Surpris’d the bathing fair ; the frighted maid With various dies, and paint the sunny morn: Now stands a rock, transform'd by Circe's aid. The wanton fawns with frisking pleasure range, Good housewives all the winter's rage despise, And chirping sparrows greet the welcome change ; Defended by the riding-hood's disguise ; Not that their minds with greater skill are fraught, Or, underneath th' umbrella's oily shed, Endued by instinct, or by reason taught :

Safe through the wet on clinking pattens tread. The seasons operate in every breast;

Let Persian dames th’ umbrella’s ribs display, 'Tis hence the fawns are brisk, and ladies drest. To guard their beauties from the sunny ray; When on his box the nodding coachman snores, Or sweating slaves support the shady load, And dreams of fancy'd fares; when tavern doors When eastern monarchs show their state abroad: The chairmen idly crowd; then ne'er refuse Britain in winter only knows its aid, To trust thy busy steps in thinner shoes.

To guard from chilly showers the walking maid. But when the swinging signs your ears offend But, O! forget not, Muse, the patten's praise, With creaking noise, then rainy floods impend; That female implement shall grace thy lays; Soon shall the kennels swell with rapid streams, Say from what art divine th’invention came, And rush in muddy torrents to the Thames. And from its origin deduce its name. The bookseller, whose shop's an open square,

Where Lincoln wide extends her fenny soil, Foresees the tempest, and with early care

A goodly yeoman liv’d, grown white with toil: Of learning strips the rails; the rowing crew, One only daughter bless'd his nuptial bed, To tempt a fare, clothe all their tilts in blue; Who from her infant hand the poultry fed : On hosiers' poles depending stockings ty’d, Martha (her careful mother's name) she bore, Flag with the slacken'd gale from side to side ; But now her careful mother was no more. Church-monuments foretel the changing air, Whilst on her father's knee the damsel play'd, Then Niobe dissolves into a tear,

Patty he fondly call'd the smiling maid ; And sweats with sacred grief; you'll hear the sounds As years increas'd, her ruddy beauty grew, Of whistling winds, ere kennels break their bounds; And Patty's fame o'er all the village flew. Ungrateful odours common-shores diffuse,

Soon as the gray-ey'd morning streaks the skies, And dropping vaults distil unwholesome dews, And in the doubtful day the woodcock flies, Ere the tiles rattle with the smoking shower, Her cleanly pail the pretty housewife bears, And spouts on heedless men their torrents pour. And singing to the distant field repairs ; All superstition from thy breast repel:

And, when the plains with evening dews are spread, Let credulous boys and prattling nurses tell, The milky burden smokes upon her head, How, if the festival of Paul be clear,

Deep through a miry lane she pick'd her way, Plenty from liberal horn shall strew the year; Above her ancle rose the chalky clay, When the dark skies dissolve in snow or rain,

Vulcan by chance the bloomy maiden spies, The labouring hind shall yoke the steer in vain; With innocence and beauty in her eyes : But, if the threatening winds in tempests roar, He saw, he lov'd; for yet he ne'er had known Then war shall bathe her wasteful sword in gore: Sweet innocence and beauty meet in one. How, if on Swithin's feast the welkin lours,

Ah, Mulciber! recal thy nuptual vows, And every penthouse streams with hasty showers, Think on the graces of thy Paphian spouse, Twice twenty days shall clouds their fleeces drain, Think how her eyes dart inexhausted charms; And wash the pavements with incessant rain. And canst thou leave her bed for Patty's arms? Let not such vulgar tales debase thy mind;

The Lemnian power forsakes the realms above, Nor Paul nor Swithin rule the clouds and wind.

His bosom glowing with terrestrial love: If you the precepts of the Muse despise,

Far in the lane a lonely hut he found; And slight the faithful warning of the skies, No tenant ventur'd on th' unwholesome ground. Others you'll see, when all the town's afloat, Here smokes his forge, he bares his sinewy arm, Wrapt in th' embraces of a kersey coat,

And early strokes the sounding anvil warm : Or double-bottom'd frieze ; their guarded feet Around his shop the steely sparkles flew, Defy the muddy dangers of the street;

As for the steed he shap'd the bending shoe. While you, with hat unloop'd, the fury dread

When blue-ey'd Patty near his window came, Of spouts high streaming, and with cautious tread His anvil rests, his forge forgets to flame. Shun every dashing pool, or idly stop,

To hear his soothing tales, she feigns delays ; To seek the kind protection of a shop.

What woman can resist the force of praise ? But business summons; now with hasty scud

At first she coyly every kiss withstood, You jostle for the wall; the spatter'd mud

And all her cheek was flush'd with modest blood : Hides all thy hose behind; in vain you scower, With headless nails he now surrounds her shoes, Thy wig, alas! uncurl'd, admits the shower. To save her steps from rains and piercing dews. So fierce Alecto’s snaky tresses fell,

She lik'd his soothing tales, his presents wore, When Orpheus charm'd the rigorous powers of hell; And granted kisses, but would grant no more.


Yet winter chill'd her feet, with cold she pines, Butchers, whose hands are dy'd with blood's fou! And on her cheek the fading rose declines;

And always foremost in the hangman's train. (stain, No more her humid eyes their lustre boast,

Let due civilities be strictly paid:
And in hoarse sounds her melting voice is lost. The wall surrender to the hooded maid;

This Vulcan saw, and in his heavenly thought Nor let thy sturdy elbow's hasty rage
A new machine mechanic fancy wrought,

Jostle the feeble steps of trembling age: Above the mire her shelter'd steps to raise,

And when the porter bends beneath his load, And bear her safely through the wintery ways. And pants for breath, clear thou the crowded road. Strait the new engine on his anvil glows,

But, above all the groping blind direct ; And the pale virgin on the patten rose.

And from the pressing throng the lame protect. No more her lungs are shook with dropping rheums, You'll sometimes meet a fop, of nicest tread, And on her cheek reviving beauty blooms.

Whose mantling peruke veils his empty head; The god obtain'd his suit: though flattery fail, At every step he dreads the wall to lose, Presents with female virtue must prevail.

And risks, to save a coach, his red-beel'd shoes; The patten now supports each frugal dame,

Him, like the miller, pass with caution by,
Which from the blue-ey'd Patty takes the name. Lest from his shoulder clouds of powder fy.

But when the bully, with assuming pace,
Cocks his broad hat, edg'd round with tarnish'd

Yield not the way, defy his strutting pride, [lace,
Of Walking the Streets by Day.

And thrust him to the muddy kennel's side ; Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful lays

He never turns again nor dares oppose, The proper implements for wintery ways;

But mutters coward curses as he goes. Has taught the walker with judicious eyes

If drawn by business to a street unknown, To read the various warnings of the skies :

Let the sworn porter point thee through the town;
Now venture, Muse, from home to range the town, Be sure observe the signs, for signs remain
And for the public safety risk thy own.

Like faithful landmarks to the walking train.
For ease and for dispatch, the morning's best; Seek not from 'prentices to learn the way,
No tides of passengers the streets molest;

Those fabling boys will turn thy steps astray : You'll see a draggled damsel here and there, Ask the grave tradesman to direct thee right, From Billingsgate her fishy traffic bear;

He ne'er deceives—but when he profits by’t. On doors the sallow milkmaid chalks her gains : Where fam'd St. Giles's ancient limits spread, Ah! how unlike the milkmaid of the plains ! An inrail'd column rears its lofty head, Before proud gates attending asses bray,

Here to seven streets seven dials count the day, Or arrogate with solemn pace the way;

And from each other catch the circling ray. These grave physicians with their milky cheer

Here oft the peasant, with inquiring face, The love-sick maid and dwindling beau repair ; Bewilder'd, trudges on from place to place; Here rows of drummers stand in martial file, He dwell on every sign with stupid gaze, And with their vellum thunder shake the pile, Enters the narrow alley's doubtful maze, To greet the new-made bride. Are sounds like these Tries every winding court and street in vain, The proper prelude to a state of peace ?

And doubles o'er his weary steps again. Now industry awakes her busy sons;

Thus Irardy Theseus, with intrepid feet, Full-charg'd with news the breathless hawker runs: Travers’d the dangerous labyrinth of Crete; Shops open, coaches roll, carts shake the ground, But still the wandering passes force his stay, And all the streets with passing cries resound. Till Ariadne's clue unwinds the way.

If cloth'd in black you tread the busy town, But do not thou, like that bold chief, confide Or if distinguish'd by the reverend gown,

Thy venturous footsteps to a female guide; Three trades avoid: oft in the mingling press She'll lead thee with delusive smiles along, The barber's apron soils the sable dress;

Dive in thy fob, and drop thee in the throng. Shun the perfumer's touch with cautious eye,

When wagg ish boys the stunted besom ply, Nor let the baker's step advance too nigh.

To rid the slabby pavement, pass not by, Ye walkers too, that youthful colours wear,

Ere thou hast held their hands; some heedless flirt Three sullying trades avoid with equal care : Will overspread thy calves with spattering dirt. The little chimney-sweeper skulks along,

Where porters hogsheads roll from carts aslope, And marks with sooty stains the heedless throng: Or brewers down steep cellars stretch the rope, When small coal murmurs in the hoarser throat, Where counted billets are by carmen tost, From smutty dangers guard thy threat'ned coat; Stay thy rash step, and walk without the post. The dustman's cart offends thy clothes and eyes, What though the gathering mire thy feet besmear, When through the street a cloud of ashes flies; The voice of industry is always near. But, whether black or lighter dies are worn, Hark! the boy calls thee to his destin'd stand, The chandler's basket, on his shoulders borne, And the shoe shines beneath his oily hand. With tallow spots thy coat; resign the way, Here let the Muse, fatigued amid the throng, To shun the surly butcher's greasy tray;

Adorn her precepts with digressive song ;

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Of shirtless youths the secret rise to trace,

And aids with soot the new japanning art. And show the parent of the sable race.

Pleas'd she receives the gifts; she downward glides, Like mortal man, great Jove (grown fond of Lights in Fleet-ditch, and shoots beneath the tides. change)

Now dawns the morn, the sturdy lad awakes, Of old was wont this nether world to range, Leaps from his stall, his tangled hair he shakes; To seek amours; the vice the monarch lov'd Then leaning o'er the rails, he musing stood, Soon through the whole ethereal court improv'd:

And view'd below the black canal of mud, And ev'n the proudest goddess now and then

Where common-shores a lulling murmur keep, Would lodge a night among the sons of men ;

Whose torrents rush from Holborn's fatal steep: To vulgar deities descends the fashion,

Pensive through idleness, tears flow'd apace, Each, like her betters, had her earthly passion.

Which eas'd his loaded heart, and wash'd his face ! Then Cloacina (goddess of the tide

At length he sighing cry'd, That boy was blest, Whose sable streams beneath the city glide) Whose infant lips have drain’d a mother's breast ; Indulg'd the modish flame; the town she rov'd, But happier far are those (if such be known) A mortal scavenger she saw, she lov’d;

Whom both a father and a mother own : The muddy spots that dry'd upon his face,

But I, alas! hard fortune's utmost scorn, Like female patches, heighten'd every grace:

Who ne'er knew parent, was an orphan born! She gaz'd; she sigh'd ; (for love can beauties spy

Some boys are rich by birth beyond all wants, In what seem faults to every common eye.)

Belov'd by uncles, and kind good old aunts; (bear, Now had the watchman walk'd his second round, When time comes round, a Christmas-box they When Cloacina hears the rumbling sound

And one day makes them rich for all the year. Of her brown lover's cart (for well she knows

Had I the precepts of a father learn'd, That pleasing thunder): swist the goddess rose,

Perhaps I then the coachman's fare had earn'd, And through the streets pursu'd the distant noise,

For lesser boys can drive ; I thirsty stand, Her bosom panting with expected joys.

And see the double flaggon charge their hand, With the night-wandering harlot's airs she past,

See them puff off the froth, and gulp amain, Brush'd near his side, and wanton glances cast;

While with dry tongue I lick my lips in vain. In the black form of cinder-wench she came,

While thus he fervent prays, the heaving tide, When love,the hour, the place, had banish'd shame;

In widen'd circles, beats on either side; To the dark alley, arm in arm they move:

The goddess rose amid the inmost round, O may no link-boy interrupt their love! [space,

With wither'd turnip-tops her temples crown'd; When the pale moon had nine times fill'd her

Low reach'd her dripping tresses, lank, and black The pregnant goddess (cautious of disgrace)

As the smooth jet, or glossy raven's back; Descends to earth; but sought no midwife's aid,

Around her waist a circling eel was twin'd, Nor midst her anguish to Lucina pray'd ;

Which bound her robe that hung in rags behind. No cheerful gossip wish'd the mother joy,

Now beckoning to the boy, she thus begun: Alone, beneath a bulk she dropt the boy. (prov'd, Thy prayers are granted ; weep no more, my son : The child, through various risks, in years im

Go thrive. At some frequented corner stand;
At first a beggar's brat compassion mov’d;

This brush I give thee, grasp it in thy hand,
His infant tongue soon learnt the canting art, Temper the soot within this vase of oil,
Knew all the prayers and whines to touch the heart. And let the little tripod aid thy toil;
Oh happy unown'd youths ! your limbs can bear

On this methinks I see the walking crew,
The scorching dog-star, and the winter's air; At thy request, support the miry shoe;
While the rich infant, nurs'd with care and pain,

The foot grows black that was with dirt embrown'd; Thirsts with each heat, and coughs with every rain!

And in thy pocket gingling halfpence sound. The goddess long had mark'd the child's distress, The goddess plunges swift beneath the flood, And long had sought his sufferings to redress.

And dashes all around her showers of mud: She prays the gods to take the foundling's part,

The youth strait chose his post; the labour ply'd To teach his hands some beneficial art

Where branching streets from Charing-cross divide; Practis'd in streets : the gods her suit allow'd,

His treble voice resounds along the Meuse, And made him useful to the walking crowd;

And Whitehall echoes" Clean your Honour's To cleanse the miry feet, and o'er the shoe

Like the sweet ballad, this amusing lay (shoes!" With nimble skill the glossy black renew.

Too long detains the walker on his way; Each power contributes to relieve the poor :

While he attends, new dangers round him throng; With the strong bristles of the mighty boar

The busy city asks instructive song. Diana forms his brush ; the god of day

Where, elevated o'er the gaping crowd, A tripod gives, amid the crowded way

Clasp'd in the board the perjur'd head is bow'd, To raise the dirty foot, and ease his toil;

Betimes retreat; here, thick as hailstones pour, Kind Neptune fills his vase with fetid oil

Turnips and half-hatch'd eggs (a mingled shower) Prest from th' enormous whale; the god of fire,

Among the rabble rain: some random throw From whose dominions smoaky clouds aspire,

May with the trickling yolk thy cheek o'erflow. Among these generous presents joins his

Though expedition bids, yet never stray




Where no rang'd posts defend the rugged way. Pass by the Meuse, nor try the thimble's cheats. Here laden carts with thundering waggons meet,

When drays bound high, they never cross behind, Wheels clash with wheels, and bar the narrow Where bubbling yest is blown by gusts of wind : street ;

And when up Ludgate-hill huge carts move slow, The lashing whip resounds, the horses strain, Far from the straining steeds securely go, And blood in anguish bursts the swelling vein. Whose dashing hoofs behind them Aling the mire, O barbarous men! your cruel breasts assuage;

And mark with muddy blots the gazing squire. Why vent ye on the generous steed your rage ? The Parthian thus his javelin backward throws, Does not his service earn your daily bread?

And as he flies infests pursuing foes. Your wives, your children, by his labour fed!

The thoughtless wits shall frequent forfeits pay, If, as the Samian taught, the soul revives,

Who'gainst the sentry's box discharge their tea. And, shifting seats, in other bodies lives;

Do thou some court or secret corner seek, Severe shall be the brutal coachman's change, Nor flush with shame the passing virgin's cheek. Doom'd in a hackney horse the town to range;

Yet let me not descend to trivial song, Carmen, transform'd, the groaning load shall draw, Nor vulgar circumstance my verse prolong. Whom other tyrants with the lash shall awe. Why should I teach the maid, when torrents pour, Who would of Watling-street the dangers share, Her head to shelter from the sudden shower? When the proud pavement of Cheapside is near ? Nature will best her ready hand inform, Or who that rugged street would traverse o'er, With her spread petticoat to fence the storm. That stretches, O Fleet-ditch, from thy black shore Does not each walker know the warning sign, To the Tower's moated walls? Here steams ascend When wisps of straw depend upon the twine That in mix'd fumes the wrinkled nose offend. Cross the close street; that then the paver's art Where chandlers' cauldrons boil; where fishy prey Renews the ways, deny'd to coach and cart? Hide the wet stall, long absent from the sea; Who knows not that the coachman lashing by And where the cleaver chops the heifer's spoil, Oft with his flourish cuts the heedless eye; And where huge hogsheads sweat with trainy oil ; And when he takes his stand, to wait a fare, Thy breathing nostril hold; but how shall

His horses' foreheads shun the winter's air? Pass, where in piles Carnavian cheeses lie:

Nor will I roam where summer's sultry rays Cheese, that the table's closing rites denies,

Parch the dry ground, and spread with dust the ways; And bids me with th' unwilling chaplain rise ? With whirling gusts the rapid atoms rise, O bear me to the paths of fair Pall-mall!

Smoke o'er the pavement, and involve the skies. Safe are thy pavements; grateful is thy smell; Winter my theme confines; whose nitry wind At distance rolls along the gilded coach,

Shall crust the slabby mire, and kennels bind : Nor sturdy carmen on thy walk encroach ;

She bids the snow descend in flaky sheets, No lets would bar thy ways were chairs deny’d, And in her hoary mantle clothe the streets. The soft supports of laziness and pride: (glow, Let not the virgin tread these slippery roads, Shops breathe perfumes, through sashes ribbons The gathering fleece the hollow patten loads; The mutual arms of ladies and the beau.

But if thy footstep slide with clotted frost, Yet still ev'n here, when rains the passage hide, Strike off the breaking balls against the post. Oft the loose stone spirts up a muddy tide

On silent wheel the passing coaches roll; Beneath thy careless foot; and from on high, Oft look behind, and ward the threatening pole. Where masons mount the ladder, fragments fly, In harden'd orbs the school-boy moulds the snow, Mortar and crumbled lime in showers descend, To mark the coachman with a dext'rous throw. And o'er thy head destructive tiles impend. Why do ye, boys, the kennel's surface spread,

But sometimes let me leave the noisy roads, To tempt with faithless pass the matron's tread? And silent wander in the close abodes,

How can you laugh to see the damsel spurn, Where wheels ne'er shake the ground; there pen- Sink in your frauds, and her green stocking mourn? sive stray,

At White's the harness'd chairman idly stands, In studious thought, the long uncrowded way. And swings around his waist his tingling hands ; Here I remark each walker's different face,

The semptress speeds to 'Change with red-tipt nose; And in their look their various business trace. The Belgian stove beneath her footstool glows: The broker here his spacious beaver wears,

In half-whipt muslin needles useless lie, Upon his brow sit jealousies and cares ;

And shuttlecocks across the counter fly. Bent on some mortgage (to avoid reproach)

These sports warm harmless; why then will ye prove, He seeks by-streets, and saves th' expensive coach. Deluded maids, the dangerous flame of love? Soft at low doors, old letchers tap their cane,

Where Covent-garden's famous temple stands, For fair recluse, who travels Drury-lane;

That boasts the work of Jones' immortal hands; Here roams uncomb'd the lavish rake, to shun Columns with plain magnificence appear, His Fleet-street draper's everlasting dun.

And graceful porches lead along the square: Careful observers, studious of the town,

Here oft my course I bend; when lo! from far Shun the misfortunes that disgrace the clown; I spy the furies of the football war: Untempted, they contemn the juggler's feats, The 'prentice quits his shop, to join the crew,

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