Chapter 1372 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

XXVIII.

But London's so well lit, that if Diogenes Could recommence to hunt his _honest man_, And found him not amidst the various progenies Of this enormous City's spreading span, 'T were not for want of lamps to aid his dodging his Yet undiscovered treasure. What _I_ can, I've done to find the same throughout Life's journey, But see the World is only one attorney.