One sells an Oxford dram as good as can be,
Another offers General Peper’s brandy.
See! there’s the Mall, and in that little hut
The best Geneva’s sold, and live to boot,
See there, a sleek Venetian Envoy walks;
See here, an Alderman more proudly stalks.
Behold the French Ambassador, that’s he;
And this the honest Sire, and Captain Leigh.
Here is St. James’s street, yonder the Strand:
In this place Bowyer plies; that’s Lintot’s stand.”