To their superior rooms the wealthy drive;
Others look round for lodging snug and small,
Such is their taste - they’ve hatred to a hall:
Hence one his fav’rite habitation gets,
The brick-floor’d parlour which the butcher lets;
Where, through his single light, he may regard
The various business of a common yard,
Bounded by backs of buildings form’d of clay,
By stable, sties, and coops, et caetera.
The needy-vain, themselves awhile to shun,