Then, no strange paths perplex'd him, no new streets,
Where draymen bawl, while rogues kick up a row,
And fish-wives grin, while fopling fopling meets."
William Elliott.
"But all are passing fast away;
Those abstruse thinkers too—
Old churches, with their walls of gray,
Must yield to something new.
Be-Gothic'd things, all neat and white,
Greet every where the traveler's sight."