What various transformations we remark,    From east Whitechapel to the west Hyde Park!    Men, women, children, houses, signs, and fashions,    State, stage, trade, taste, the humours and the passions;    The Exchange, 'Change Alley, wheresoe'er you're ranging,    Court, city, country, all are changed or changing    The streets, some time ago, were paved with stones,    Which, aided by a hackney-coach, half broke your bones.    The purest lovers then indulged in bliss;    They ran great hazard if they stole a kiss.    One chaste salute!—the damsel cried—Oh, fie!    As they approach'd—slap went the coach awry—    Poor Sylvia got a bump, and Damon a black eye.