Scarborough and the Critic

What various transformations we remark, Fromeast Whitechapel to the west Hyde Park! Men, women,children, houses, signs, and fashions, State, stage, trade,taste, the humours and the passions; The Exchange, 'ChangeAlley, wheresoe'er you're ranging, Court, city, country,all are changed or changing The streets, some time ago,were paved with stones, Which, aided by a hackney-coach,half broke your bones. The purest lovers then indulged inbliss; They ran great hazard if they stole a kiss.One chaste salute!—the damsel cried—Oh, fie!As they approach'd—slap went the coach awry—Poor Sylvia got a bump, and Damon a black eye.