With building yards immix'd, and humble sheds and shops;
Where the Cross-Keys and Plumber's-Arms invite
Laborious men to taste their coarse delight;
Where the low porches, stretching from the door,
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Gave some distinction in the days of yore—
Yet now, neglected, more offend the eye
By gloom and ruin than the cottage by.
Places like these the noblest town endures,
The gayest palace has its sinks and sewers.