All sects and parties in their mansion meet;
There from their chapels teachers go to share 720
The creature-comforts—mockery grins not there;
There meet the wardens at their annual feast,
With annual pun—‘the parish must be fleeced’;
There traders find a parlour cleanly swept
For their reception, and in order kept;
And there the sons of labour, poor, but free,
Sit and enjoy their hour of liberty.
So live the pair—and life’s disasters seem