Are to be let; while the once gay,
Well-seated household gods would be
More pleas’d to expire in flames, than see
The mean inscription on the door
Smile at the lofty ones they bore. 350
The building trade is quite destroy’d,
Artificers are not employ’d;
No limner for his art is fam’d,
Stone-cutters, carvers are not nam’d.
Those, that remain’d, grown temp’rate, strive, 355