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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Description of the Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach<br>Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach.<br>Now Betty from her master's bed had flown,<br>And softly stole to discompose her own.<br>The slip-shod 'prentice from his master's door<br>Had par'd the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor.<br>Now Moll had whirl'd her mop with dext'rous airs,<br>Prepar'd to scrub the entry and the stairs.<br>The youth with broomy stumps began to trace<br>The kennel-edge, where wheels had worn the place.<br>The small-coal man was heard with cadence deep;<br>Till drown'd in shriller notes of "chimney-sweep."<br>Duns at his lordship's gate began to meet;<br>And brickdust Moll had scream'd through half a street.<br>The turnkey now his flock returning sees,<br>Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees.<br>The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands;<br>And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Jonathan+Swift">Jonathan Swift</a></strong></div>