Upon the Water caft thy Bread, Shall fink, and leave no Mark behind it. There is a Gulph where Thousands fell, Nine Times a Day it ebbs and flows, The Time it falls, or when 'twill rife. Subfcribers here by Thousands float; And joftle one another down; Each padling in his leaky Boat, And here they fish for Gold, and drown. * Now bury'd in the Depth below, They reel and ftagger to and fro, Mean * Pfalm cvii. Mean time, fecure on † Garr'way Cliffs, But thefe, you say, are factious Lyes, get a Prize, The Swifs and Dutch whole Millions drain. Thus, when by Rooks a Lord is ply'd, Some Cully often wins a Bet, By vent'ring on the cheating Side, While fome build Caftles in the Air, Subfcribers plainly fee 'em there, Thus oft by Mariners are shown, (Unless the Men of Kent be Lyars,) Earl Godwin's Caftles overflown, And Palace-Roofs, and Steeple-Spires. + Coffee House in 'Change-Alley. Mark Mark where the fly Directors creep, Nor to the Shore approach too nigh! Then, like the Dogs of Nile, be wise, Run as they drink, and drink and run. Antaus could, by Magick Charms, And fent him up in Air to Hell. Directors thrown into the Sea, Directors! for 'tis you I warn, By long Experience we have found What Planet rul'd when you were born; Beware, Beware, nor over-bulky grow, Nor come within your Cully's Reach; You'll owe your Ruin to your Bulk: Thus when a Whale hath loft the Tide, And strip the Bones, and melt the Oil. Oh! may fome Western Tempeft fweep May He, whom Nature's Laws obey; And fill the Madness of the Crowd. But |