That Britain may not witness such a scene,
Behoves us doubly now to keep our dwellings clean.
"Say, if, within the street where thou dost dwell,
Each house were kept exactly like thy cell;
O, say, thou enemy to brooms and mops!
How long thy neighbours could keep open shops,
If, following thee in taste, each wretched elf,
Unshav'd, unwash'd, and squalid like thyself,
Resolv'd to live?—The answer's very plain,
One year would be the utmost of their reign: