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There flames a fool, begirt with tinfel'd flaves,
Who wastes the wealth of a whole race of knaves;
That other, with a cluttering train behind,
Owes his new honours to a fordid mind;
This next in court-fidelity excells,
The publick rifles, and his country fells.
Of Walking the Streets by Night.
TRIVIA, goddess! leave these low abodes,
When night first bids the twinkling ftars appear,
Then fwarms the busy street; with caution tread,
And, as the paffes open, wind along.
Where the fair columns of St. Clement ftand, Whofe ftraiten'd bounds encroach upon the Strand; Where the low penthoufe bows the walker's head, And the rough pavement wounds the yielding tread; 20 Where not a poft protects the narrow fpace,
And, ftrung in twines, combs dangle in thy face;
A fpecies of window now almost forgotten. N.
Summon at once thy courage, rouze thy care,
Now oaths grow loud, with coaches coaches jar,
And the fmart blow provokes the sturdy war;
Gnash their sharp tusks, and, rouz'd with equal fire,
In the black flood they wallow o'er and o'er,
* New Forest in Hamphire, anciently fo called.
Where the mob gathers, fwiftly shoot along,
Lurks the fly boy, whofe hand, to rapine bred,
Here dives the fkulking thief, with practis'd fleight,
Where's now the watch, with all its trinkets, flown? And thy late fnuff-box is no more thy own.
But lo! his bolder thefts fome tradefman fpies, Swift from his prey the fcudding lurcher flies; Dextrous he 'scapes the coach with nimble bounds, 65 Whilft every honeft tongue"ftop thief" refounds. So fpeeds the wily fox, alarm'd by fear, Who lately filch'd the turkey's callow care; Hounds following hounds grow louder as he flies, And injur'd tenants join the hunter's cries. 'Breathlefs, he ftumbling falls. Ill-fated boy! Why did not honeft work thy youth employ? Seiz'd by rough hands, he's dragg'd amid the rout, And ftretch'd beneath the pump's inceffant spout: Or, plung'd in miry ponds, he gafping lies, Mud choaks his mouth, and plaifters o'er his eyes. Let not the ballad-finger's fhrilling strain Amid the fwarm thy liftening ear detain: Guard well thy pocket; for these Syrens stand To aid the labours of the diving hand;
Confederate in the cheat, they draw the throng,
If the rude throng pour on with furious pace, And hap to break thee from a friend's embrace, Stop fhort; nor ftruggle through the croud in vain, But watch with careful eye the passing train. Yet I (perhaps too fond), if chance the tide Tumultuous bear my partner from my fide, Impatient venture back; defpifing harm, I force my paffage where the thickest swarm. Thus his loft bride the Trojan fought in vain Through night, and arms, and flames, and hills of flain. Thus Nifus wander'd o'er the pathlefs grove, To find the brave companion of his love. The pathlefs grove in vain he wanders o'er : Euryalus, alas! is now no more.
That walker, who, regardlefs of his pace, Turns oft' to pore upon the damfel's face, From fide to fide by thrusting elbows toft, Shall ftrike his aking breast against the post; Or water, dafh'd from fishy stalls, shall stain His hapless coat, with fpirts of fcaly rain.
But, if unwarily he chance to ftray
Where twirling turnftiles intercept the way,
The thwarting paffenger fhall force them round,