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, Writes down my conceits and calls them his own; Now, whereas the faid criminal feems past repentance, We Phoebus think fit to proceed to the sentence; And And lastly, for Stella juft out of her prime, 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, Till Neptune, with one gen'ral fweep, The multitude's capricious pranks HI Money, the lifeblood of the nation, a Its motion and its heat maintains. IV. Because 'tis lordly not to pay, V. We want our money on the nail; The Banker's ruin'd if he pays; } ¡VI. Riches, the wifeft monarch fings, Make pinions for themselves to fly: No money left for squand'ring heirs! T The wish of Nero now is theirs, That they had never known their letters. VII. ¡VIII. Conceive the works of midnight hags, IX. Conceive the whole inchantment broke, X. So pow'rful are a banker's bills, m Thus, when an earthquake lets in light Unable to endure the fight, t He hides within his darkeft cell XII. As when a conj'rer takes a lease 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; At the last trumpet, unprepar'd, 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, VOL. II. L The ! |