"Without Distinction, intermix'd is seen, A 'Squire quite dirty, a Mechanick clean: The Spendthrift Heir, who in his Chariot roll'd, All his Possessions gone, Reversions sold, Now mean, as once Profuse, the stupid Sot Sits by a _Runner's_ Side,[118] and _shules_[119] a Pot.
"Some Sots ill-manner'd, drunk, a harmless Fight! Rant noisy thro' the Galleries all Night; For which, if Justice had been done of late, The Pump[120] had been three pretty Masters Fate. With Stomacks empty, and Heads full of Care Some Wretches swill the Pump and walk the Bare;[121] Within whose ample Oval is a Court, } Where the more Active and Robust resort, } And glowing, exercise a manly Sport } (Strong Exercise with mod'rate Food is good, It drives in sprightful Streams the circling Blood;) While these with Rackets strike the flying Ball, Some play at Nine Pins, Wrestlers take a Fall; Beneath a Tent some drink, and some above Are slily in their Chambers making Love; _Venus_ and _Bacchus_ each keeps here a Shrine, And many Vot'ries have to Love and Wine.
"Such the Amusement of this merry Jail, Which you'll not reach, if Friends or Money fail: For e'er its three-fold Gates it will unfold, The destin'd Captive must produce some Gold: Four Guineas, at the least, for diff'rent Fees, Compleats your _Habeas_, and commands the keys; Which done, and safely in, no more you're led, If you have Cash, you'll find a Friend and Bed; But, that deficient, you'll but Ill betide, Lie in the Hall,[122] perhaps, or Common Side.[123]
"But now around you gazing _Jiggers_[124] swarm, To draw your Picture, that's their usual Term; Your Form and Features strictly they survey, Then leave you, (if you can) to run away.
"To them succeeds the Chamberlain, to see} If you and he are likely to agree;} Whether you'll tip,[125] or pay your Master's Fee.[126]} Ask him how much? 'Tis one Pound six and eight; And, if you want, he'll not the Twopence bate: When paid, he puts on an important Face, And shews _Mount Scoundrel_[127] for a charming Place: You stand astonish'd at the darken'd Hole, Sighing, the Lord have Mercy on my Soul! And ask, have you no other Rooms, Sir, pray? Perhaps enquire what Rent too, you're to pay: Entreating that he wou'd a better seek; The Rent (cries gruffly's)--Half a Crown a Week. The Rooms have all a Price, some good, some bad; But pleasant ones at present can't be had: This Room, in my Opinion's not amiss; } Then cross his venal Palm with half a Piece[128] } He strait accosts you with another Face. }