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 The Streets are pav'd, 'lis true, but all the stones Are set the wrong way-up, in shape of cones, And limp along the best pav'd street, As if parch'd peas were strew'd beneath their feet; Whilst custom makes the scarcely feel Sharp pointed pebbles pres the toe or heel.

Of, indeed, we have but few, Yet rest well satisfy'd with only two; But those who favourite dainties often seek, Will find there are, three every week; And Epicureans, then, may have their wish, And tho' an inland place, find good fresh fish; For many schemes suggested, have been tried, To have our markets constantly supplied With ev'ry thing that's good, and cheap in reason, Fruit, Fish or Fowl, and rarities in season: And as for Meat, each Butcher in his station, Will safely swear, 'No better's in the Nation.'