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26 Does not his service earn your daily bread?— Your wives, your children, by his labours fed! If, as the Samian taught, the soul revives, And, shifting seats, in other bodies lives, Severe shall be the brutal coachman's change, Doom'd in a hackney horse the town to range; Carmen, transform'd, the groaning load shall draw, Whom other tyrants with the lash shall awe.
 * Who would of Watling-street the dangers share,

When the broad pavement of Cheapside is near? Or who that rugged street would traverse o'er, That stretches, O Fleet-ditch! from thy black shore To the Tow'r's moated walls? Here steams ascend That, in mix'd fumes, the wrinkled nose offend. Where chandlers' caldrons boil; where fishy prey Hide the wet stall, long absent from the sea; And where the cleaver chops the heifer's spoil; And where huge hogsheads sweat with trainy oil; Thy breathing nostril hold: but how shall I Pass where, in piles, Cornavion cheeses lie?— Cheese, that the table's closing rite denies, And bids me with th' unwilling chaplain rise.