Riots are nightly heard: - the curse, the cries
Of beaten wife, perverse in her replies;
While shrieking children hold each threat’ning hand,
And sometimes life, and sometimes food demand:
Boys, in their first-stol’n rags, to swear begin,
And girls, who heed not dress, are skill’d in gin:
Snarers and smugglers here their gains divide;
Ensnaring females here their victims hide;
And here is one, the Sibyl of the Row,
Who knows all secrets, or affects to know.