And refolv'd the next winter, (for that is my time, When the days are at shorteft), to get it in rhyme "Till then it was lock'd in my box at Parnaffus: When that fubtle companion, in hopes to Turpafs

us,

Conveys out my paper of hints by a trick,

(For I think in my confcience, he deals with Old Nick),

And from my own ftock provided with topicks,
He gets to a window beyond both the Tropicks;
There out of my fight, just against the North
Zone,

Writes down my conceits and calls them his own;
And you, like a cully, the bubble can fwallow:
Now, who but Delany, that writes like Apollo?
High treafon by ftatute. But here you
object,
He only stole hints, but the verfe is correct.
Tho' the thought be Apollo's, 'tis finely express'd:
So a thief steals my horfe, and has him well
drefs'd.

Now, whereas the faid criminal feems past repentance,

We Phoebus think fit to proceed to the sentence;
Since Delany has dar'd, like Prometheus his fire,.
To climb to our region, and thence to steal fire;
We order a valtare in fhape of the fpleen,
To prey on his liver, but not to be seen.
And we order our fubjects of ev'ry, degree,
To believe all his verfes were written by me:
And, under the pain of our higheft difpleasure,
To call nothing his, but the rhyme and the mea-
fure.

And

And lastly, for Stella juft out of her prime,
I'm too much, reveng'd already by time.
In return to her fcorn, I fent her difeafes,
But will now be her friend, whenever the pleases;
And the gifts I bestow'd her will find her a lover,
Tho' fhe lives to be grey as a badger all over.

This Poem was printed fome years ago; and it should feem, by the late failure of two Bankers, to be fomewhat prophetick; it was therefore thought fit to be reprinted.

The RUN upon the BANKERS.

Written in the Year 1720.

T

I.

HE bold encroachers on the deep,
Gain, by degrees, huge tracts of land

Till Neptune, with one gen'ral fweep,
Turns all again to barren ftrand.

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

HI

Money, the lifeblood of the nation, a
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 Lewees 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 feem to act an antient 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 grefe their filver plumes fupply.
VII.

No money left for squand'ring heirs! T
Bills turn the lenders into debtors:

The wish of Nero now is theirs,

That they had never known their letters.

VII.

¡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 inchantment broke,
The witches left in open air,
With pow'r no more than other folk,
Expos'd with all their magick ware,

X.

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

Thus, when an earthquake lets in light
Upon the God of gold and bell,

Unable to endure the fight,

t

He hides within his darkeft cell

XII.

As when a conj'rer takes a lease
From Satan for a term of years,

The tenant's in a dismal case,

Whene'er the bloody bond appears...

XIII.

XIII.

A baited Banker thus defponds,

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 firft he finds himself awake

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

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 fcales 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.

VOL. II.

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