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They afken that, and talken this,
"Lo here is Coz, and here is Mifs.
But, as he glozeth with Speeches foote,
Forth thrust a white neck, and red crest. 20
N ev'ry Town where Thamis rolls his Tyde,
A narrow Pafs there is, with Houses low; Where ever and anon, the Stream is ey'd,
And many a Boat soft sliding to and fro.
There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe, 5 The short thick Sob, loud Scream, and shriller Squall:
How can ye, Mothers, vex your children fo? Some play, fome eat, fome cack against the wall, And as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call.
And on the broken pavement, here and there, I
And hens, and dogs, and hogs are feeding by;
At ev'ry door are fun-burnt matrons seen,
The fnappifh cur, (the paffengers annoy)
Hard by a Sty, beneath a roof of thatch,
Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, fprat, or plaice: There learn'd the speech from tongues that never
Slander befide her, like a Mag-pie, chatters, With Envy, (fpitting Cat) dread foe to peace; Like a curs'd Cur, Malice before her clatters, 35 And vexing ev'ry wight, tears clothes and all to tat
Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry Collier's hand,
Would greet the man who turn'd him to the Wall,
Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town, Woolwich and Wapping, fmelling ftrong of pitch; Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown, And Twick'nam fuch, which fairer fcenes enrich, Grots, ftatues, urns, and Jo---n's Dog and Bitch,