Thus, in a Bafon drop a Shilling, It rifes both in Bulk, and Height, In Stock three hundred thoufand Pounds; I have in view a Lord's Eftate; My Manors all contiguous round; A Coach and Six, and serv'd in Plate! Thus, the deluded Bankrupt raves; So, by a Calenture misled, The Mariner with Rapture sees, On the smooth Ocean's azure Bed, Enamel❜d Fields, and verdant Trees. With eager Hafte he longs to rove Five hundred Chariots juft befpoke, Are funk in these devouring Waves, The Horses drown'd, the Harness broke, And here the Owners find their Graves. Like Pharaoh, by Directors led; They, with their Spoils went fafe before; His Chariots, tumbling out the Dead, Lay fhatter'd on the Red-Sea Shore. Rais'd up on Hope's afpiring Plumes, The young Advent❜rer o'er the Deep An Eagle's Flight and State affumes, And fcorns the middle Way to keep. On Paper Wings he takes his Flight, A Moralift might here explain The Rashness of the Cretan Youth; His Wings are his paternal Rent, Inform us, you that best can tell, Why in yon dangʼrous Gulph profound, Where hundreds, and where thousands fell, Fools chiefly float, the Wife are drown'd? So, have I feen from Severn's Brink A Flock of Geefe jump down together; Swim where the Bird of Jove would fink, And swimming never wet a Feather. One Fool may from another win, And then get off with Money ftor'd; But, if a Sharper once comes in, He throws at all, and sweeps the Board. As Fishes on each other prey, The great Ones fwallowing up the fmalls So fares it in the Southern Sea; But, Whale Directors eat up all. When Stock is high, they come between, With each a Million in his Coffers. So, when upon a Moon-fhine Night, The The Day of Judgment will be foon, Each poor Subfcriber to the Sea, Sinks down at once, and there he lies; Directors fall as well as they, Their Fall is but a Trick to rife. So, Fishes rifing from the Main, Can foar with moisten'd Wings on high; Undone at Play, the Female Troops Thus Venus to the Sea defcends, As Poets feign; but where's the Moral? It shews the Queen of Love intends To search the Deep for Pearl and Coral. The Sea is richer than the Land, I heard it from my Grannam's Mouth, Thus, Thus, by Directors we are told, Pray, Gentlemen, believe your Eyes; Oh! would those Patriots be so kind, A Shilling in the Bath you fling, But, as a Guinea will not pass At Market for a Farthing more, Shewn thro' a multiplying Glass, Than what it always did before. So, caft it in the Southern Seas, One Night a Fool into a Brook, The |