Yet often hide an uglier face.
The sun their sports not to delay,
Makes haste to bed, and closes day.
Each wooden house then groans, to bear
The populace that crowd the fair,
Where Wapping & St. James’ unite,
Pleas’d with coarse objects of delight:
The chambermaid and countess sit
Alike admirers of the wit:
The Earl and footman tête-a-tête