“O happy streets, to rumbling wheels unknown,
No carts, no coaches shake the floating town!
Thus was of old Britannia’s city bless’d,
Ere pride and luxury her sons profess’d.”
And again:—
“Now gaudy pride corrupts the lavish age,
And the streets flame with glaring equipage;
The tricking gamester insolently rides,
With Loves and Graces on his chariot’s sides;
In saucy state the griping broker sits,