The next was a Crew of Extravagant Blades,
Tho' Born to Estates, yet are Bred up to Trades:
As Merchants Apprentices, Sons of the City,
Who think to be Lewd, is the way to be Witty;
Or finely to Dance, or to Sing a new Song,
Are the only true Graces to Man do belong:
Thus led by the Fury of Youth, without thinking,
To Bawdy-House, Play-House, to Gaming and Drinking.
--From A Walk to Islington--
Kids these days, what with their music and dancing all night and filthy mouths!