Then turn’d the view, and all again were grave.
There stood a clock, though small the owner’s need,
For habit told when all things should proceed;
Few their amusements, but when friends appear’d,
They with the world’s distress their spirits cheer’d;
The nation’s guilt, that would not long endure
The reign of men so modest and so pure:
Their town was large, and seldom pass’d a day
But some had fail’d, and others gone astray;
Clerks had absconded, wives eloped, girls flown