Lonely yet public stands, for Sunday-trade;
Thither, for this day free, gay parties go,
Their tea-house walk, their tippling rendezvous;
There humble couples sit in corner-bowers,
Or gaily ramble for th' allotted hours;
Sailors and lasses from the town attend,
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The servant-lover, the apprentice-friend;
With all the idle social tribes who seek
And find their humble pleasures once a week.