141:32,000@@@@@| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,000[' ]| 141:32,001[A ]| Though much concerned to$9$ leave my dear old Friend, 141:32,002[A ]| I must however his Design commend 141:32,003[A ]| Of fixing in$4$ the Country: for$3$ were I 141:32,004[A ]| As free to$9$ chuse my Residence, as he; 141:32,005[A ]| The Peaks, the Fens, the Hundreds, or Lands-end, 141:32,006[A ]| I would prefer to$4$ Fleetstreet, or the Strand. 141:32,007[A ]| What place so$5#1$ desert, and so$5#1$ wild is there, 141:32,008[A ]| Whose Inconveniencies one would not bear, 141:32,009[A ]| Rather than the Alarms of midnight Fire, 141:32,010[A ]| The falls of houses, Knavery of Cits, 141:32,011[A ]| The Plots of Factions, and the noise of Wits, 141:32,012[A ]| And thousand other Plagues, which$6#1$ up$5$ and down 141:32,013[A ]| Each day and hour infest the cursed Town? 141:32,014[A ]| As Fate would have it, on$4$ the appointed day 141:32,015[A ]| Of parting hence, I met him on$4$ the way, 141:32,016[A ]| Hard by$4$ Mile-end, the place so$5#1$ famed of late, 141:32,017[A ]| In$4$ Prose and Verse for$4$ the great Factions Treat; 141:32,018[A ]| Here we stood still, and after Compliments 141:32,019[A ]| Of course, and wishing his good Journey hence, 141:32,020[A ]| I asked what sudden causes made him fly 141:32,021[A ]| The once-loved Town, and his dear Company: 141:32,022[A ]| When, on$4$ the hated Prospect looking back, 141:32,023[A ]| Thus with just rage the good old Timon spake. 141:32,024@b | Since Virtue here in$4$ no$2$ repute is had, 141:32,025@b | Since Worth is scorned, Learning and Sense unpaid, 141:32,026@b | And Knavery the only thriving Trade; 141:32,027@b | Finding my slender Fortune every day 141:32,028@b | Dwindle and waste insensibly away, 141:32,029@b | I, like$4$ a losing Gamester, thus retreat, 141:32,030@b | To$9$ manage wiselier my last stake of Fate: 141:32,031@b | While I have strength, and want no$2$ staff to$9$ prop 141:32,032@b | My tottering Limbs, before Age has made me stoop 141:32,033@b | Beneath its weight, before all my Thread be spun, 141:32,034@b | And Life has yet in$4$ store some Sands to$9$ run, 141:32,035@b | It is my Resolve to$9$ quit the nauseous Town. 141:32,036@b | Let thriving Morecraft chuse his dwelling there, 141:32,037@b | Rich with the Spoils of some young spend-thrift Heir: 141:32,038@b | Let the Plot-mongers stay behind, whose Art 141:32,039@b | Can Truth to$4$ Sham, and Sham to$4$ Truth convert: 141:32,040@b | Whoever has an House to$9$ Build, or Set 141:32,041@b | His Wife, his Conscience, or his Oath to$9$ let: 141:32,042@b | Whoever has, or hopes for$4$ Offices, 141:32,043@b | A Navy, Guard, or Custom-house's Place: 141:32,044@b | Let sharping Courtiers stay, who$6#1$ there are great 141:32,045@b | By$4$ putting the false Dice on$4$ King, and State. 141:32,046@b | Where they, who$6#1$ once were Grooms and Foot-boys known, 141:32,047@b | Are now to$4$ fair Estates and Honours grown; 141:32,048@b | Nor need we envy them, or wonder much 141:32,049@b | At their fantastic Greatness, since they are such, 141:32,050@b | Whom Fortune oft in$4$ her capricious freaks 141:32,051@b | Is pleased to$9$ raise from Kennels, and the Jakes, 141:32,052@b | To$4$ Wealth and Dignity above the rest, 141:32,053@b | When she is frolic, and disposed to$9$ jest. 141:32,054@b | I live in$4$ London? What should I do there? 141:32,055@b | I can not lie, nor flatter, nor forswear: 141:32,056@b | I can not commend a Book, or Piece of Wit, 141:32,057@b | (Though a Lord were the Author) dully writ: 141:32,058@b | I am no$2$ Sir*Sydrophel to$9$ read the Stars, 141:32,059@b | And cast Nativities for$4$ longing Heirs, 141:32,060@b | When Fathers shall drop off: no$2$ Gadbury 141:32,061@b | To$9$ tell the minute, when the King shall die, 141:32,062@b | And you know what ~~ come in$5$: nor can I steer 141:32,063@b | And tack about my Conscience, whensoever, 141:32,064@b | To$4$ a new Point, I see Religion veer. 141:32,065@b | Let others pimp to$4$ Courtier's Lechery, 141:32,066@b | I will$1$ draw no$2$ City-Cuckold's Curse on$4$ me: 141:32,067@b | Nor would I do it, though to$9$ be made great, 141:32,068@b | And raised to$4$ the chief Minister of State. 141:32,069@b | Therefore I think it fit to$9$ rid the Town 141:32,070@b | Of one, that$6#1$ is an useless member grown. 141:32,071@b | Besides, who$6#2$ has pretence to$4$ Favour now, 141:32,072@b | But he, who$6#1$ hidden Villainy does know, 141:32,073@b | Whose Breast does with some burning Secret glow? 141:32,074@b | By$4$ none thou shalt preferred, or valued be, 141:32,075@b | That$6#1$ trusts thee with an honest Secrecy: 141:32,076@b | He only may to$4$ great men's Friendship reach, 141:32,077@b | Who$6#1$ Great Men, when he pleases, can impeach. 141:32,078@b | Let others thus aspire to$4$ Dignity; 141:32,079@b | For$4$ me, I would not their envied Grandeur buy 141:32,080@b | For$4$ all the Exchange is worth, that$6#1$ Paul's will$1$ cost, 141:32,081@b | Or was of late in$4$ the Scotch Voyage lost. 141:32,082@b | What would it boot, if I, to$9$ gain my end, 141:32,083@b | Forego my Quiet, and my ease of mind, 141:32,084@b | Still feared, at last betrayed by$4$ my great Friend. 141:32,085@b | Another Cause, which$6#1$ I must boldly own, 141:32,086@b | And not the least, for$4$ which$6#1$ I quit the Town, 141:32,087@b | Is to$9$ behold it made the Common-shore, 141:32,088@b | Where France does all her Filth and Ordure pour: 141:32,089@b | What Spark of true old English rage can bear 141:32,090@b | Those, who$6#1$ were Slaves at home, to$9$ Lord it here? 141:32,091@b | We have all our Fashions, Language, Compliments, 141:32,092@b | Our Music, Dances, Curing, Cooking thence; 141:32,093@b | And we shall have their Poisoning too before long, 141:32,094@b | If still in$4$ the improvement we go on$5$. 141:32,095@b | What wouldst thou say, great Harry, shouldst thou view 141:32,096@b | Thy gaudy fluttering Race of English now, 141:32,097@b | Their tawdry Cloaths, Pulvilio's, Essences, 141:32,098@b | Their Chedreux Perruques, and those Vanities, 141:32,099@b | Which$6#1$ thou, and they of old did so$5#1$ despise? 141:32,100@b | What wouldst thou say to$9$ see the infected Town 141:32,101@b | With the foul Spawn of Foreigners over-run? 141:32,102@b | Hither from Paris, and all Parts they come, 141:32,103@b | The Spew and Vomit of their Gaols at home; 141:32,104@b | To$4$ Court they flock, and to$4$ S%*James his Square, 141:32,105@b | And wriggle into Great Men's Service there: 141:32,106@b | Foot-boys at first, till they, from wiping Shoes, 141:32,107@b | Grow by$4$ degrees the Masters of the House: 141:32,108@b | Ready of Wit, hardened of Impudence, 141:32,109@b | Able with ease to$9$ put down either H***, 141:32,110@b | Both the King's Player, and King's Evidence: 141:32,111@b | Flippant of Talk, and voluble of Tongue, 141:32,112@b | With words at will$0$, no$2$ Lawyer better hung: 141:32,113@b | Softer than flattering Court-Parasite, 141:32,114@b | Or City-Trader, when he means to$9$ cheat: 141:32,115@b | No$2$ Calling, or Profession comes amiss, 141:32,116@b | A needy Monsieur can be what he please, 141:32,117@b | Groom, Page, Valet, Quack, Operator, Fencer, 141:32,118@b | Perfumer, Pimp, Jack-pudding, Juggler, Dancer: 141:32,119@b | Give but the word; the Cur will$1$ fetch and bring, 141:32,120@b | Come over to$4$ the Emperor, or King: 141:32,121@b | Or, if you please, fly over the Pyramid, 141:32,122@b | Which$6#1$ A***n and the rest in$4$ vain have tried. 141:32,123@b | Can I have patience, and endure to$9$ see 141:32,124@b | The paltry Foreign Wretch take place of me, 141:32,125@b | Whom the same Wind and Vessel brought ashore, 141:32,126@b | That$6#1$ brought prohibited Goods and Dildoes over? 141:32,127@b | Then, pray, what mighty Privilege is there 141:32,128@b | For$4$ me, that$6#1$ at my Birth drew English Air? 141:32,129@b | And where is the Benefit to$9$ have my Veins 141:32,130@b | Run British Blood, if there is no$2$ difference 141:32,131@b | Betwixt me, and him, the Statute Freedom gave, 141:32,132@b | And made a Subject of a true-born Slave? 141:32,133@b | But nothing shocks, and is more loathed by$4$ me, 141:32,134@b | Than the vile Rascal's fulsome Flattery: 141:32,135@b | By$4$ help of this false Magnifying Glass, 141:32,136@b | A Louse, or Flea shall for$4$ a Camel pass: 141:32,137@b | Produce an hideous Wight, more ugly far 141:32,138@b | Than those ill Shapes, which$6#1$ in$4$ old Hangings are, 141:32,139@b | He will$1$ make him strait a Beau*Garcon appear: 141:32,140@b | Commend his Voice and Singing, though he bray 141:32,141@b | Worse than Sir Martin*Mar-all in$4$ the Play: 141:32,142@b | And if he Rhyme; shall praise for$4$ Standard Wit, 141:32,143@b | More scurvy sense than Pryn and Vickars Writ. 141:32,144@b | And here is the mischief, though we say the same, 141:32,145@b | He is believed, and we are thought to$9$ sham: 141:32,146@b | Do you but smile, immediately the Beast 141:32,147@b | Laughs out aloud, though he never heard the jest; 141:32,148@b | Pretend, you are sad, he is presently in$4$ Tears, 141:32,149@b | Yet grieves no$2$ more than Marble, when it wears 141:32,150@b | Sorrow in$4$ Metaphor: but speak of Heat; 141:32,151@b | O God! how sultry it is! he will$1$ cry, and sweat 141:32,152@b | In$4$ depth of Winter: strait, if you complain 141:32,153@b | Of Cold; the Weather-glass is sunk again: 141:32,154@b | Then he will$1$ call for$4$ his Frize-Campaign, and swear, 141:32,155@b | It is beyond Eighty, he is in$4$ Greenland here. 141:32,156@b | Thus he shifts Scenes, and oftener in$4$ a day 141:32,157@b | Can change his Face, than Actors at a Play: 141:32,158@b | There is nought so$5#1$ mean, can escape the flattering Sot, 141:32,159@b | Not his Lord's Snuff-box, nor his Powder-Spot: 141:32,160@b | If he but Spit, or pick his Teeth; he will$1$ cry, 141:32,161@b | How everything becomes you! let me die, 141:32,162@b | Your Lordship does it most judiciously: 141:32,163@b | And swear, it is fashionable, if he Sneeze, 141:32,164@b | Extremely taking, and it needs must please. 141:32,165@b | Besides, there is nothing sacred, nothing free 141:32,166@b | From the hot Satyr's rampant Lechery: 141:32,167@b | Nor Wife, nor Virgin-Daughter can escape, 141:32,168@b | Scarce thou thyself, or Son avoid a Rape: 141:32,169@b | All must go pad-locked: if nought else there be, 141:32,170@b | Suspect thy very Stable's Chastity. 141:32,171@b | By$4$ this the Vermin into Secrets creep, 141:32,172@b | Thus Families in$4$ awe they strive to$9$ keep. 141:32,173@b | What living for$4$ an English man is there, 141:32,174@b | Where such as these get head, and domineer, 141:32,175@b | Whose use and custom it is, never to$9$ share 141:32,176@b | A Friend, but love to$9$ reign without dispute, 141:32,177@b | Without a Rival, full, and absolute? 141:32,178@b | Soon as the Insect gets his Honour's ear, 141:32,179@b | And fly-blows some of his poisonous malice there, 141:32,180@b | Strait I am turned off, kicked out of doors, discarded, 141:32,181@b | And all my former Service dis-regarded. 141:32,182@b | But leaving these Messieurs, for$4$ fear that$3$ I 141:32,183@b | Be thought of the Silk-Weavers' Mutiny, 141:32,184@b | From the loathed subject let us hasten on$5$, 141:32,185@b | To$9$ mention other Grievances in$4$ Town: 141:32,186@b | And further, what Respect at all is had 141:32,187@b | Of poor men here? and how is their Service paid, 141:32,188@b | Though they be never so$5#1$ diligent to$9$ wait, 141:32,189@b | To$9$ sneak, and dance attendance on$4$ the Great? 141:32,190@b | No$2$ mark of Favour is to$9$ be obtained 141:32,191@b | By$4$ one, that$6#1$ sues, and brings an empty hand: 141:32,192@b | And all his merit is but made a sport, 141:32,193@b | Unless he glut some Cormorant at Court. 141:32,194@b | It is now a common thing, and usual here, 141:32,195@b | To$9$ see the Son of some rich Usurer 141:32,196@b | Take place of Nobless, keep his first-rate Whore, 141:32,197@b | And for$4$ a Vaulting bout, or two give more 141:32,198@b | Than a Guard-Captain's Pay: meanwhile the Breed 141:32,199@b | Of Peers, reduced to$4$ Poverty and Need, 141:32,200@b | Are fain to$9$ trudge to$4$ the Bank-side, and there 141:32,201@b | Take up$5$ with Porters leavings, Suburb-Ware, 141:32,202@b | There spend that$6#2$ Blood, which$6#1$ their great Ancestor 141:32,203@b | So$5#1$ nobly shed at Cressy heretofore, 141:32,204@b | At Brothel Fights in$4$ some foul Common-shore. 141:32,205@b | Produce an Evidence, though just he be, 141:32,206@b | As righteous Job, or Abraham, or He, 141:32,207@b | Whom Heaven, when whole Nature shipwrecked was, 141:32,208@b | Thought worth the saving, of all human Race, 141:32,209@b | Or the other, who$6#1$ the flaming Deluge escaped, 141:32,210@b | When Sodom's Lechers Angels would have raped; 141:32,211@b | How rich he is, must the first question be, 141:32,212@b | Next for$4$ his Manners, and Integrity, 141:32,213@b | They will$1$ ask, what Equipage he keeps, and what 141:32,214@b | He is reckoned worth in$4$ Money and Estate, 141:32,215@b | For$4$ Shrieve how oft he has been known to$9$ fine, 141:32,216@b | And with how many dishes he does dine: 141:32,217@b | For$3$ look what Cash a person has in$4$ store, 141:32,218@b | Just so$5#1$ much Credit has he, and no$2$ more: 141:32,219@b | Should I upon$4$ a thousand Bibles swear, 141:32,220@b | And call each Saint throughout the Calendar, 141:32,221@b | To$9$ vouch my Oath: it will$1$ not be taken here; 141:32,222@b | The Poor slight Heaven and Thunderbolts (they think) 141:32,223@b | And Heaven itself does at such Trifles wink. 141:32,224@b | Besides, what store of gibing scoffs are thrown 141:32,225@b | On$4$ one, that$6#1$ is poor, and meanly clad in$4$ Town; 141:32,226@b | If his Apparel seem but overworn, 141:32,227@b | His Stockings out at heel, or Breeches torn? 141:32,228@b | One takes occasion his ripped Shoe to$9$ flout, 141:32,229@b | And swears it has been at Prison-grates hung out: 141:32,230@b | Another shrewdly jeers his coarse Cravat, 141:32,231@b | Because himself wears Point: a third his Hat, 141:32,232@b | And most unmercifully shews his Wit, 141:32,233@b | If it be old, or does not cock aright: 141:32,234@b | Nothing in$4$ Poverty so$5#1$ ill is born, 141:32,235@b | As its exposing men to$4$ grinning scorn, 141:32,236@b | To$9$ be by$4$ tawdry Coxcombs pissed upon$5$, 141:32,237@b | And made the jesting-stock of each Buffoon. 141:32,238@b | Turn out there, Friend! (cries one at Church) the Pew 141:32,239@b | Is not for$4$ such mean scoundrel Curs, as you: 141:32,240@b | It is for$4$ your Betters kept: Belike, some sot, 141:32,241@b | That$6#1$ knew no$2$ Father, was on$4$ Bulks begot: 141:32,242@b | But now is raised to$4$ an Estate, and Pride, 141:32,243@b | By$4$ having the kind Proverb on$4$ his side: 141:32,244@b | Let Gripe and Cheatwel take their Places there, 141:32,245@b | And Dash the Scriveners gaudy sparkish Heir, 141:32,246@b | That$6#1$ wears three ruined Orphans on$4$ his back: 141:32,247@b | Meanwhile you in$4$ the Alley stand, and sneak: 141:32,248@b | And you therewith must rest contented, since 141:32,249@b | Almighty Wealth does put such difference. 141:32,250@b | What Citizen a Son-in-law will$1$ take, 141:32,251@b | Bred never so$5#1$ well, that$6#1$ can not a Jointure make? 141:32,252@b | What man of sense, that$6#1$ is poor, ever summoned is 141:32,253@b | Amongst the Common-Council to$9$ advise? 141:32,254@b | At Vestry-Consults when does he appear, 141:32,255@b | For$4$ choosing of some Parish Officer, 141:32,256@b | Or making Leather-Buckets for$4$ the Choir? 141:32,257@b | It is hard for$4$ any man to$9$ rise, that$6#1$ feels 141:32,258@b | His Virtue clogged with Poverty at heels: 141:32,259@b | But harder it is by$4$ much in$4$ London, where 141:32,260@b | A sorry Lodging, coarse, and slender Fare, 141:32,261@b | Fire, Water, Breathing, everything is dear: 141:32,262@b | Yet such as these an earthen Dish disdain, 141:32,263@b | With which$6#1$ their Ancestors, in$4$ Edgar's Reign, 141:32,264@b | Were served, and thought it no$2$ disgrace to$9$ dine, 141:32,265@b | Though they were rich, had store of Leather-Coin. 141:32,266@b | Low as their Fortune is, yet they despise 141:32,267@b | A man that$6#1$ walks the streets in$4$ homely Frieze: 141:32,268@b | To$9$ speak the truth, great part of England now 141:32,269@b | In$4$ their own Cloth will$1$ scarce vouchsafe to$9$ go: 141:32,270@b | Only, the Statute's Penalty to$9$ save, 141:32,271@b | Some few perhaps wear Woollen in$4$ the Grave. 141:32,272@b | Here all go gaily dressed, although it be 141:32,273@b | Above their Means, their Rank, and Quality: 141:32,274@b | The most in$4$ borrowed Gallantry are clad, 141:32,275@b | For$4$ which$6#1$ the Tradesmen's Books are still unpaid: 141:32,276@b | This Fault is common in$4$ the meaner sort, 141:32,277@b | That$3$ they must needs affect to$9$ bear the Port 141:32,278@b | Of Gentlemen, though they want Income for$4$ it. 141:32,279@b | Sir, to$9$ be short, in$4$ this expensive Town 141:32,280@b | There is nothing without Money to$9$ be done: 141:32,281@b | What will$1$ you give to$9$ be admitted there, 141:32,282@b | And brought to$4$ speech of some Court-Minister? 141:32,283@b | What will$1$ you give to$9$ have the quarter-face, 141:32,284@b | The squint and nodding go-by of his Grace? 141:32,285@b | His Porter, Groom, and Steward must have Fees, 141:32,286@b | And you may see the Tombs and Tower for$4$ less: 141:32,287@b | Hard Fate of Suitors! who$6#1$ must pay, and pray 141:32,288@b | To$4$ Livery-slaves, yet oft go scorned away. 141:32,289@b | Whoever at Barnet, or S%*Albans fears 141:32,290@b | To$9$ have his Lodging drop about his ears, 141:32,291@b | Unless a sudden Hurricane befall, 141:32,292@b | Or such a Wind as blew old Noll to$4$ Hell? 141:32,293@b | Here we build slight, what scarce out-lasts the Lease, 141:32,294@b | Without the help of Props and Buttresses: 141:32,295@b | And Houses nowadays as much require 141:32,296@b | To$9$ be ensured from Falling, as from Fire. 141:32,297@b | There Buildings are substantial, though less neat, 141:32,298@b | And kept with care both Wind and Water-tight: 141:32,299@b | There you in$4$ safe security are blest, 141:32,300@b | And nought, but Conscience, to$9$ disturb your Rest. 141:32,301@b | I am for$4$ living where no$2$ Fires affright, 141:32,302@b | No$2$ Bells rung backward break my sleep at night: 141:32,303@b | I scarce lie down, and draw my Curtains here, 141:32,304@b | But strait I am roused by$4$ the next House on$4$ Fire: 141:32,305@b | Pale, and half-dead with Fear, myself I raise, 141:32,306@b | And find my Room all over in$4$ a blaze: 141:32,307@b | By$4$ this it has seized on$4$ the third Stairs, and I 141:32,308@b | Can now discern no$2$ other Remedy, 141:32,309@b | But leaping out at Window to$9$ get free: 141:32,310@b | For$3$ if the Mischief from the Cellar came, 141:32,311@b | Be sure the Garret is the last, takes flame. 141:32,312@b | The moveables of P**ge were a Bed 141:32,313@b | For$4$ him, and his Wife, a Piss-pot by$4$ its side, 141:32,314@b | A Looking-glass upon$4$ the Cupboard's Head, 141:32,315@b | A Comb-case, Candlestick, and Pewter-spoon, 141:32,316@b | For$4$ want of Plate, with Desk to$9$ write upon$5$: 141:32,317@b | A Box without a Lid served to$9$ contain 141:32,318@b | Few Authors, which$6#1$ made up$5$ his Vatican: 141:32,319@b | And there his own immortal Works were laid, 141:32,320@b | On$4$ which$6#1$ the barbarous Mice for$4$ hunger preyed: 141:32,321@b | P**ge had nothing, all the world does know; 141:32,322@b | And yet should he have lost this Nothing too. 141:32,323@b | Noone the wretched Bard would have supplied 141:32,324@b | With Lodging, House-room, or a Crust of Bread. 141:32,325@b | But if the Fire burn down some Great Man's House, 141:32,326@b | All strait are interested in$4$ the loss: 141:32,327@b | The Court is strait in$4$ Mourning sure enough, 141:32,328@b | The Act, Commencement, and the Term put off: 141:32,329@b | Then we Mischances of the Town lament, 141:32,330@b | And Fasts are kept, like$2$ Judgments to$9$ prevent. 141:32,331@b | Out comes a Brief immediately, with speed 141:32,332@b | To$9$ gather Charity as far as Tweed. 141:32,333@b | Nay, while it is burning, some will$1$ send him in$5$ 141:32,334@b | Timber and Stone to$9$ build his House again: 141:32,335@b | Others choice Furniture: here some rare piece 141:32,336@b | Of Rubens, or Vandike presented is: 141:32,337@b | There a rich Suit of Moreclack-Tapestry, 141:32,338@b | A Bed of Damask, or Embroidery: 141:32,339@b | One gives a fine Scritore, or Cabinet, 141:32,340@b | Another a huge massy Dish of Plate, 141:32,341@b | Or Bag of Gold: thus he at length gets more 141:32,342@b | By$4$ kind misfortune than he had before: 141:32,343@b | And all suspect it for$4$ a laid Design, 141:32,344@b | As if he did himself the Fire begin. 141:32,345@b | Could you but be advised to$9$ leave the Town, 141:32,346@b | And from dear Plays, and drinking Friends be drawn, 141:32,347@b | An handsome Dwelling might be had in$4$ Kent, 141:32,348@b | Surrey, or Essex, at a cheaper Rent 141:32,349@b | Than what you are forced to$9$ give for$4$ one half year 141:32,350@b | To$9$ lie, like$4$ Lumber, in$4$ a Garret here: 141:32,351@b | A Garden there, and Well, that$6#1$ needs no$2$ Rope, 141:32,352@b | Engine, or Pains to$9$ Crane its Waters up$5$: 141:32,353@b | Water is there through Nature's Pipes conveyed, 141:32,354@b | For$4$ which$6#1$ no$2$ Custom, or Excise is paid: 141:32,355@b | Had I the smallest Spot of Ground, which$6#1$ scarce 141:32,356@b | Would Summer half a dozen Grasshoppers, 141:32,357@b | Not larger than my Grave, though hence remote, 141:32,358@b | Far as S%*Michaels*Mount, I would go to$4$ it, 141:32,359@b | Dwell there content, and thank the Fates to$4$ boot. 141:32,360@b | Here want of Rest a*nights more People kills 141:32,361@b | Than all the College, and the weekly Bills: 141:32,362@b | Where none have privilege to$9$ sleep, but those, 141:32,363@b | Whose Purses can compound for$4$ their Repose: 141:32,364@b | In$4$ vain I go to$4$ bed, or close my eyes, 141:32,365@b | Methinks the place the Middle Region is, 141:32,366@b | Where I lie down in$4$ Storms, in$4$ Thunder rise: 141:32,367@b | The restless Bells such din in$4$ Steeples keep, 141:32,368@b | That$3$ scarce the Dead can in$4$ their Church-yards sleep: 141:32,369@b | Huzza's of Drunkards, Bell-men's midnight-Rhymes, 141:32,370@b | The noise of Shops, with Hawkers' early Screams, 141:32,371@b | Besides the Brawls of Coach-men, when they meet 141:32,372@b | And stop in$4$ turnings of a narrow Street, 141:32,373@b | Such a loud Medley of confusion make, 141:32,374@b | As drowsy A***r on$4$ the Bench would wake. 141:32,375@b | If you walk out in$4$ Business never so$5#1$ great, 141:32,376@b | Ten thousand stops you must expect to$9$ meet: 141:32,377@b | Thick Crowds in$4$ every Place you must charge through, 141:32,378@b | And storm your Passage, wheresover you go: 141:32,379@b | While Tides of Followers behind you throng, 141:32,380@b | And, pressing on$4$ your heels, shove you along: 141:32,381@b | One with a Board, or Rafter hits your Head, 141:32,382@b | Another with his Elbow bores your side; 141:32,383@b | Some tread upon$4$ your Corns, perhaps in$4$ sport, 141:32,384@b | Meanwhile your Legs are cased all over with Dirt. 141:32,385@b | Here you the March of a slow Funeral wait, 141:32,386@b | Advancing to$4$ the Church with solemn State: 141:32,387@b | There a Sedan and Lackeys stop your way, 141:32,388@b | That$6#1$ bears some Punk of Honour to$4$ the Play: 141:32,389@b | Now you some mighty piece of Timber meet, 141:32,390@b | Which$6#1$ tottering threatens ruin to$4$ the Street: 141:32,391@b | Next a huge Portland Stone, for$4$ building Pauls, 141:32,392@b | Itself almost a Rock, on$4$ Carriage rolls: 141:32,393@b | Which$6#1$, if it fall, would cause a Massacre, 141:32,394@b | And serve at once to$9$ murder, and inter. 141:32,395@b | If what I have said can not from the Town affright, 141:32,396@b | Consider other dangers of the Night: 141:32,397@b | When Brickbats are from upper Stories thrown, 141:32,398@b | And emptied Chamber-pots come pouring down 141:32,399@b | From Garret Windows: you have cause to$9$ bless 141:32,400@b | The gentle Stars, if you come off with Piss: 141:32,401@b | So$5#1$ many Fates attend, a man had need 141:32,402@b | Never walk without a Surgeon by$4$ his side: 141:32,403@b | And he can hardly now discreet be thought, 141:32,404@b | That$6#1$ does not make his Will$0$, before he go out. 141:32,405@b | If this you escape, twenty to$4$ one, you meet 141:32,406@b | Some of the drunken Scourers of the Street, 141:32,407@b | Flushed with success of warlike Deeds performed, 141:32,408@b | Of Constables subdued, of Brothels stormed: 141:32,409@b | These, if a Quarrel, or a Fray be missed, 141:32,410@b | Are ill at ease a*nights, and want their Rest. 141:32,411@b | For$3$ mischief is a Lechery to$4$ some, 141:32,412@b | And serves to$9$ make them sleep like$4$ Laudanum. 141:32,413@b | Yet heated, as they are, with Youth and Wine, 141:32,414@b | If they discern a train of Flambeaux shine, 141:32,415@b | If a Great Man with his gilt Coach appear, 141:32,416@b | And a strong Guard of Foot-boys in$4$ the rear, 141:32,417@b | The Rascals sneak, and shrink their Heads for$4$ fear. 141:32,418@b | Poor me, who$6#1$ use no$2$ Light to$9$ walk about, 141:32,419@b | Save what the Parish, or the Skies hang out, 141:32,420@b | They value not: it is worth your while to$9$ hear 141:32,421@b | The scuffle, if that$6#2$ be a scuffle, where 141:32,422@b | Another gives the Blows, I only bear: 141:32,423@b | He bids me stand: of force I must give way, 141:32,424@b | For$3$ it were a senseless thing to$9$ disobey 141:32,425@b | And struggle here, where I had as good oppose 141:32,426@b | Myself to$4$ P*** and his Mastiffs loose. 141:32,427@b | Who$6#2$ is there? he cries, and takes you by$4$ the Throat, 141:32,428@b | Dog! are you dumb? Speak quickly, else my Foot 141:32,429@b | Shall march about your Buttocks: whence do ye come, 141:32,430@b | From what Bulk-ridden Strumpet reeking home? 141:32,431@b | Saving your reverend Pimpship, where do ye ply? 141:32,432@b | How may one have a Job of Lechery? 141:32,433@b | If you say anything, or hold your peace, 141:32,434@b | And silently go off, it is all a case: 141:32,435@b | Still he lays on$5$: nay well, if you escape so$5#2$: 141:32,436@b | Perhaps he will$1$ clap an Action on$4$ you too 141:32,437@b | Of Battery: nor need he fear to$9$ meet 141:32,438@b | A Jury to$4$ his turn, shall do him right, 141:32,439@b | And bring him in$5$ large Damage for$4$ a Shoe 141:32,440@b | Worn out, besides the pains, in$4$ kicking you. 141:32,441@b | A Poor Man must expect nought of redress, 141:32,444@b | But Patience: his best in$4$ such a case 141:32,443@b | Is to$9$ be thankful for$4$ the Drubs, and beg 141:32,444@b | That$3$ they would mercifully spare one leg 141:32,445@b | Or Arm unbroke, and let him go away 141:32,446@b | With Teeth enough to$9$ eat his Meat next day. 141:32,447@b | Nor is this all, which$6#1$ you have cause to$9$ fear, 141:32,448@b | Oft we encounter midnight Padders here: 141:32,449@b | When the Exchanges and the Shops are close, 141:32,450@b | And the rich tradesman in$4$ his Counting-house 141:32,451@b | To$9$ view the Profits of the day withdraws. 141:32,452@b | Hither in$4$ flocks from Shooters-Hill they come, 141:32,453@b | To$9$ seek their Prize and Booty nearer home: 141:32,454@b | Your Purse! they cry; it is madness to$9$ resist, 141:32,455@b | Or strive with a cocked Pistol at your Breast: 141:32,456@b | And these each day so$5#1$ strong and numerous grow, 141:32,457@b | The Town can scarce afford them Jail-room now. 141:32,458@b | Happy the times of the old Heptarchy, 141:32,459@b | Before London knew so$5#1$ much of Villainy: 141:32,460@b | Then Fatal Carts through Holborn seldom went, 141:32,461@b | And Tyburn with few Pilgrims was content: 141:32,462@b | A less and single Prison then would do, 141:32,463@b | And served the City, and the Country too. 141:32,464@b | These are the Reasons, Sir, which$6#1$ drive me hence, 141:32,465@b | To$4$ which$6#1$ I might add more, would Time dispense, 141:32,466@b | To$9$ hold you longer; but the Sun draws low, 141:32,467@b | The Coach is hard at hand, and I must go: 141:32,468@b | Therefore, dear Sir, farewell; and when the Town 141:32,469@b | From better Company can spare you down, 141:32,470@b | To$9$ make the Country with your Presence blest, 141:32,471@b | Then visit your old Friend amongst the rest: 141:32,472@b | There I will$1$ find leisure to$9$ unlade my mind 141:32,473@b | Of what Remarks I now must leave behind: 141:32,474@b | The Fruits of dear Experience, which$6#1$ with these 141:32,475@b | Improved will$1$ serve for$4$ hints and notices; 141:32,476@b | And when you write again, may be of use 141:32,477@b | To$9$ furnish Satire for$4$ your daring Muse.