So caft it in the Southern feas,
And view it through a jobber's bill;
Put on what spectacles you please,
Your guinea's but a guinea ftill.

One night a fool into a brook

Thus from a hillock looking down,
The golden ftars for guineas took,
And filver Cynthia for a crown.

The point he could no longer doubt;
He ran, he leapt into the flood;
There sprawl'd a while, and fcarce got out,
All cover'd o'er with flime and mud.

Upon the water caft thy bread,

And after many days thou'lt find it; But gold upon this ocean spread

Shall fink, and leave no mark behind it.

There is a gulph where thousands fell;
Here all the bold advent'rers came;
A narrow found, though deep as hell;
'Change-alley is the dreadful name.

Nine times a day it ebbs and flows;
Yet he that on the furface lies,
Without a pilot, seldom knows

The time it falls, or when 'twill rife.

* Now bury'd in the depth below, Now mounted up to heav'n agen, They real and ftagger to and fro,

At their wits end, like drunken men.

Mean time secure on + Garr'way cliffs

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A favage race, by fhipwrecks fed,

Lie waiting for the founder'd fkiffs,
And strip the bodies of the dead.

While fome build caftles in the air,
Directors build them in the feas:
Subfcribers plainly fee 'em there;
For fools will fee, as wife men please.

Thus oft by mariners are shewn
(Unless the men of Kent are liars)
Earl Godwin's caftles overflown,
And palace-roofs, and steeple-spires.

Mark where the fly directors creep,
Nor to the fhore approach too nigh!
The monsters neftle in the deep
To feize you in your paffing by.

* Pfalm cvil.

+ Coffee-houfe in Change-alley.

Then,

Then, like the dogs of Nile, be wife, Who, taught by inftinct how to fhun The crocodile that lurking lies,

Run as they drink, and drink and run.

Antaus could by magick charms
Recover ftrength whene'er he fell:
Alcides held him in his arms,
And fent him up in air to hell.

Directors thrown into the fea
Recover ftrength and vigour there;
But may be tam'd another way,
Sufpended for a while in air.

Oh ! may fome Western tempeft sweep
Thefe locufts, whom our fruits have fed,
That plague, directors, to the deep,
Driv'n from the South-fea to the Red!

May he, whom nature's laws obey,
Who lifts the poor, and finks the proud,
Quiet the raging of the fea,

And fill the madness of the crowd!

But never fhall our ifle have rest,
Till these devouring fwine run down,

(The devils leaving the poffeft)

And headlong in the waters drown.
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The nation then too late will find, Computing all their cost and trouble, Directors promises but wind,

South-fea at best a mighty bubble.

Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vafto, Arma virúm, tabulæque, et Troia gaza per undas.

Virg.

A BALLAD ON QUADRILLE.

I.

WHEN as corruption hence did go,

And left the nation free;

When ay faid ay, and no faid no,
Without a place or fee;

Then Satan, thinking things went ill,
Sent forth his fpirit call'd Quadrille,
Quadrille, Quadrille, etc.

II.

Kings, queens, and knaves made up his pack,
And four fair fuits he wore;

His troops they are with red and black
All blotch'd and spotted o'er:

And ev'ry house, go where

you will,

Is haunted by the imp Quadrille, etc.

III. Sure

III.

Sure cards he has for ev'ry thing,
Which well court-cards they name;
And, statesman-like, calls in the king
To help out a bad game:

But, if the parties manage ill,

The king is forc'd to lofe Codille, etc.

IV.

When two and two were met of old,
Though they ne'er meant to marry,
They were in Cupid's books enroll'd,
And call'd a party quarree:
But now, meet when and where you will,
A party quarree is Quadrille, etc.

V.

The commoner, and knight, the peer,
Men of all ranks and fame,
Leave to their wives the only care
To propagate their name;
And well that duty they fulfil,

When the good husband's at Quadrille, etc.

VI.

When patients lie in piteous case,
In comes the apothecary;

And to the doctor cries, alas!
Non debes quadrillare.

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