No rival beauty kept alive her pride:
Still in her bosom virtue keeps her place;
But decency is gone, the virtues' guard and grace.
See that long boarded building!—By these stairs
Each humble tenant to that home repairs—
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By one large window lighted; it was made
For some bold project, some design in trade.
This fail'd—and one, a humorist in his way,
(Ill was the humour), bought it in decay;