Tents, @3marquees,@1 and baggage waggons; Suttling houses, beer in flaggons; Drums and trumpets, singing, firing; Girls seducing, @3beaux@1 admiring; Country lasses gay and smiling, City lads their hearts beguiling; Dusty roads, and horses frisky; Many an @3Eton boy@1 in whisky; Tax'd carts full of farmers' daughters; Brutes condemn'd, and man—who slaughters! Public-houses, booths, and castles; @3Belles@1 of fashion, serving vassals; Lordly Gen'rals fiercely staring, Weary soldiers, sighing, swearing! @3Petit maitres@1 always dressing— In the glass themselves caressing; Perfum'd, painted, patch'd and blooming Ladies—manly airs assuming! Dowagers of fifty, simp'ring Misses, for a lover whimp'ring— Husbands drill'd to household tameness; Dames heart sick of wedded sameness. Princes setting girls a-madding— Wives for ever fond of gadding— Princesses with lovely faces, Beauteous children of the Graces! Britain's pride and Virtue's treasure, Fair and gracious, beyond measure! @3Aid de Camps,@1 and youthful pages— Prudes, and vestals of all ages!— Old coquets, and matrons surly, Sounds of distant @3hurly burly!@1 Mingled voices uncouth singing; Carts, full laden, forage bringing; Sociables, and horses weary; Houses warm, and dresses airy; Loads of fatten'd poultry; pleasure Serv'd (TO NOBLES) without measure. Doxies, who the waggons follow; Beer, for thirsty hinds to swallow; Washerwomen, fruit-girls cheerful, ANTIENT LADIES—@3chaste@1 and @3fearful!@1 Tradesmen, leaving shops, and seeming More of @3war@1 than profit dreaming; Martial sounds, and braying asses; Noise, that ev'ry noise surpasses! All confusion, din, and riot— NOTHING CLEAN—and NOTHING QUIET. |