e who to thwart GOD'S system{12} tries,
Bids mountains sink, and vallies rise; 180
Slavery, subjection, what you will,
Has ever been, and will be still:
Trust me, that in this world of woe
Mankind must different burthens know;
Each bear his own, th' Apostle spoke; 185
And chiefly they who bear the yoke.

From wise subordination's plan
Springs the chief happiness of man;
Yet from that source to numbers flow
Varieties of pain and woe; 190
Look round this land of freedom, pray,
And all its lower ranks survey;
Bid the hard-working labourer speak,
What are his scanty gains a week?
All huddled in a smoaky shed, 195
How are his wife and children fed?
Are not the poor in constant fear
Of the relentless Overseer?

LONDON! Metropolis of bliss!
Ev'n there sad sights we cannot miss; 200
Beggars at every corner stand,
With doleful look and trembling hand;
Hear the shrill piteous cry of _sweep_,
See wretches riddling an ash heap;
The streets some for old iron scrape, 205
And scarce the crush of wheels escape;
Some share with dogs the half-eat bones,
From dunghills pick'd with weary groans.

Dear CUMBERLAND, whose various powers 210
Preserve thy life from languid hours,
Thou scholar, statesman, traveller, wit,
Who prose and verse alike canst hit;
Whose gay _West-Indian_ on our stage,
Alone might check this stupid rage; 215
Fastidious yet--O! condescend
To range with an advent'rous friend:
Together let us beat the rounds,
St. Giles's ample blackguard bounds:
Try what th' accurs'd _Short's Garden_ yields, 220
His bludgeon where the _Flash-man_ wields;
Where female votaries of sin,
With fetid rags and breath of gin,
Like antique statues stand in rows,
Fine fragments sure, but ne'er a nose. 225
Let us with calmness ascertain
The liberty of _Lewkner's Lane_,
And _Cockpit-Alley_--_Stewart's Rents_,
Where the fleec'd drunkard oft repents.
With BENTLEY'S{13} critical _acumen_ 230
Explore the haunts of evil's