He, who fo long was current, 'twould i be strange

If he shou'd now be cry'd down fince his change.

The fexton fhall green fods on thee bestowi Alas, the fexton is thy banker now. A difmal banker muft that banker be, Who gives no bills but of mortality*.

The Run upon the BANKERS.

T

HE bold encroachers on the deep Gain by degrees huge tracts of land, Till Neptune, with one general fweep, Turns all again to barren ftrand.

II.

The multitude's capricious pranks
Are faid to represent the feas;
Which, breaking bankers and the banks,
Refume their own whene'er they please.

See an epitaph on this mifer, vol. VI. p. 222.

III.

Money, the life blood of the nation, Corrupts and ftagnates in the veins, Unless a proper circulation

Its motion and its heat maintains.

IV.

Because 'tis lordly not to pay,
Quakers and aldermen in state
Like peers have levees ev'ry day
Of duns attending at their gate.

V.

We want our money on the nail;
The banker's ruin'd if he pays :
They seem to act an ancient tale;
The birds are met to ftrip the jays.

VI.

Riches, the wifeft monarch* fings, Make pinions for themselves to fly: They fly like bats on parchment wings, And geefe their filver plumes fupply.

VOL. VII.

* Solomon.

D

VII.

VII.

No money left for fquand'ring heirs!
Bills turn the lenders into debtors:
The with of Nero now is theirs,

That they had never known their letters*.

VIII.

Conceive the works of midnight hags,
Tormenting fools behind their backs:
Thus bankers o'er their bills and bags
Sit fqueezing images of wax †.

IX.

Conceive the whole enchantment broke ;
The witches left in open air,
With pow'r no more than other folk,
Expos'd with all their magic ware.

X.

So pow'rful are a banker's bills,
Where creditors demand their due;
They break up counters, doors, and tills,
And leave the empty chefts in view.

*It is faid of Nero, that, when he firstcame to the imperial dignity from the tutorage of Seneca, being afked to fign a warrant for an execution,

he wished he could not write.

+ Witches were fabled to torment the abfent by roasting or otherwife ill-treating their images in wax.

XI.

Thus when an earthquake lets in light
Upon the god of gold and hell,
Unable to endure the fight,

He hides within his darkest cell.

XII.

As when a conj'rer takes a lease
From Satan for a term of years,
The tenant's in a difmal cafe,
When e'er the bloody bond*

XIII.

A baited banker thus defponds,

appears.

From his own hand forefees his fall; They have his foul, who have his bonds; 'Tis like the writing on the wall +.

XIV.

How will the caitiff wretch be fcar'd,
When first he finds himself awake

At the last trumpet unprepar'd,
And all his grand account to make?

These contracts were always fuppofed to be figned with
+Mene mene tekel upharfin.

blood.

XV.

For in that univerfal call

Few bankers will to heav'n be mounters; They'll cry, Ye fhops, upon us fall, Conceal and cover us, ye counters:

XVI.

When other hands the Scales fhall hold, And they in men and angels' fight Produc'd with all their bills and gold, Weigh'd in the balance, and found light.

The Defcription of an Irish Feast, translated almost literally out of the original

Irish.

Tranflated in the Year 1720.

ROURK's noble fare Will ne'er be forgot, By those who were there, Or those who were not. His revels to keep,

We fup and we dine

On feven score fheep

Fat bullocks and fwine.

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Ufquebaugh