Let Malice look with all her Eyes, She dares not fay the Poet lyes. STELLA, when you these Lines transcribe, Left you should take them for a Bribe; I'll here expofe your weaker Side. YOUR Spirits kindle to a Flame, And when a Friend in Kindness tries To thew where you your Error lies, Conviction does but more incense; Perverseness is your whole Defence: Truth, Judgment, Wit, give Place to Spight, for fee, your Friend hath brought And And yet a Fault we often find Those who in warmer Climes complain, YET when I find your Paffions rife, VOL. II. L But But blinded by Refentment, seeks For Vengeance on his Friends the Greeks. You think this Turbulence of Blood From stagnating preserves the Flood; Which thus fermenting, by Degrees Exalts the Spirits, finks the Lees. STELLA, for once you reason wrong; From Paffion you may then be freed, SAY Stella, when you copy next, UPON UPON THE SOUTH-SEA PROJECT. Written in the Year 1721. E wife Philofophers! Explain, YE What Magick makes our Money rife, Put in your Money fairly told; Prefto be gone. "Tis here agen! Ladies and Gentlemen, behold, Here's ev'ry Piece as big as Ten. Thus in a Bafin drop a Shilling, Then fill the Veffel to the Brim ; You shall obferve, as you are filling, It It rifes both in Bulk and Height, Behold it swelling like a Sop! İn Stock three Hundred Thousand 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 fees, On the smooth Ocean's azure Bed, Enamel'd Fields, and verdant Trees. With eager Hafte he longs to rove In that fantastick Scene, and thinks It must be some enchanted Grove; And in he leaps, and down he finks. |