Scarborough and the Critic

         What various transformations we remark,
   From east Whitechapel to the west Hyde Park!
   Men, women, children, houses, signs, and fashions,
   State, stage, trade, taste, the humours and the passions;
   The Exchange, 'Change Alley, wheresoe'er you're ranging,
   Court, city, country, all are changed or changing
   The streets, some time ago, were paved with stones,
   Which, aided by a hackney-coach, half broke your bones.
   The purest lovers then indulged in bliss;
   They ran great hazard if they stole a kiss.
   One chaste salute!—the damsel cried—Oh, fie!
   As they approach'd—slap went the coach awry—
   Poor Sylvia got a bump, and Damon a black eye.