Haply some hoary-headed thief may say,
“Oft have I seen him with his lighted link
“Guide some unwary stranger cross the way,
“And pick his pocket on the kennel’s brink.
“There, at the foot of yonder column stretch’d,
“Where Seven Dials are exalted high,
“He and his Myrmidons for hours have watch’d,
“And pour’d destruction on each passer-by.
“Hard by yon wall, where not a lamp appears,
“Skulking in quest of booty would he wait;