Where Byron lived, and Gibbon died,
And Alvanley was witty.
A famous street. It skirts the Park
Where Rogers took his pastime;
Come, gaze on fifty men of mark,
And then call up the fast time.
The plâts at White’s, the play at Crock’s,
The bumpers to Miss Gunning;
The bonhomie of Charlie Fox,
And Selwyn’s ghastly funning.