Here is also a lottery, and musick too,
Yea, a cheating, drunken, leud, and debauch’d crew.
Hot codlins, pancakes, duck, goose and sack,
Rabit, capon, hen, turkey, and a wooden jack.
In this same street before the Temple made,
There seems to be a brisk and lively trade:
Where ev’ry booth hath such a cunning sign,
As seldome hath been seen in former time;[1]
And there, if you have money for to spend,
Each cunning snap will seem to be your friend.