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crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by;

A Telescope upon its frame, and pointed to the sky:

Long is it as a Barber's Pole, or Mast of little Boat,

Some little Pleasure-skiff, that doth on Thames's waters float.

The Show-man chooses well his place, 'tis Leicester's busy Square;

And he's as happy in his night, for the heavens are blue and fair;

Calm, though impatient is the Crowd; Each is ready with the fee,

And envies him that's looking—what an insight must it be!