Imagens da página

When credit sunk, and commerce gasp
Thou stood'st: no bill was sent unpaid
When not a guinea chink'd on Martin's
And Atwill's “self was drain'd of all his
Thou stood'st ; an Indian king in size a
Thy unexhausted shop was our Peru.
Why did 'Change alley waste thy pre
Among the fools who gap'd for golden s
No wonder, if we find some poets there
Who live on fancy, and can feed on air;
No wonder, they were caught by South
Who ne'er enjoy'd a guinea, but in drea
No wonder, they their third subscription
For millions of imaginary gold;
No wonder that their fancies wild can fro
Strange reasons, that a thing is still the s
Tho' chang'd throughout in substance as
But you (whose judgment scorns poetick
With contracts furnish boys for paper kit
Let vulture Hopkins stretch his rusty
Who ruins thousands for a single groat:
I know thou scorn'st his mean, his sordic
Nor with ideal debts wouldst plague mar
Madmen alone their empty dreams pursu
And still believe the fleeting vision true;
They sell the treasures which their slumb
Then wake, and fancy all the world in d
If to instruct thee all my reasons fail,
Yet be diverted by this moral tale.

• Through fam'd Moorfields extends a s

Where mortals of exalted wit retreat; Where, wrapt in contemplation and in st - The wiser few from the mad world withd

* Names of eminent goldsmiths,

Vol. XVII, F F

There in full opulence a banker dwelt,
Who all the joys and pangs of riches felt:
His sideboard glitter'd with imagin'd plate,
And his proud fancy held a vast estate.
As on a time he pass'd the vacant hours
In raising piles of straw and twisted bow'rs,
A poet enter'd, of the neighbouring cell,
And with fix'd eye observ'd the structure well:
A sharpen'd skew'r 'cross his bare shoulders bound
A tatter'd rug, which dragg'd upon the ground.
The banker cried, “Behold my castle walls,
“My statues, gardens, fountains, and canals,
“With land of more than twenty acres round!
“All these I sell thee for ten thousand pound.”
The bard with wonder the cheap purchase saw,
So sign'd the contract (as ordains the law).
The banker's brain was cool'd : the mist grew clear;
The visionary scene was lost in air.
He now the vanish'd prospect understood,
And fear'd the fancied bargain was not good:
Yet loth the sum entire should be destroy'd,
“Give me a penny, and thy contract's void.”
The startled bard with eye indignant frown'd:
“Shall I, ye gods,” he cries, “my debts compound!"
So saying, from his rug the skew'r he takes,
And on the stick ten equal notches makes;
With just resentment flings it on the ground;
“There, take my tally of ten thousand pound”."

* Charles II, having borrowed a considerable sum, gave tal. lies, as a security for the repayment; but, soon after shutting up the Exchequer, these tallies were as much reduced from their original value, as the South Sea had exceeded it.


[ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors]
[merged small][merged small][ocr errors]

WHEN, as Corruption hence did go,
And left the nation free ;
When Ay said Ay, and No said No,
Without a place or fee :
Then Satan, thinking things went ill,
Sent forth his spirit, call'd Quadrille,
Quadrille, Quadrille, &c.


Kings, queens, and knaves made up his pac
And four fair suits 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, &c.


Sure cards he has for ev'ry thing,
Which well court-cards they name;

And, statesmen like, calls in the king,
To help out a bad game:

But, if the parties manage ill,

The king is forc’d to lose Codille, &c.

* On the subject of this ballad, see a letter from to Swift, dated Nov. 8, 1726.

F F 2 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, &c.


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, &c.


When patients lie in piteous case,
In comes th' apothecary;
And to the doctor cries, alas !
Nom deles quadrillare.
The patient dies without a pill,
For why the doctor's at Quadrille, &c.


Should France and Spain again grow loud,
The Muscovite grow louder;
Britain, to curb her neighbours proud,
Would want both ball and powder;
Must want both sword and gun to kill;
For why? the gen'ral's at Quadrille, &c.


The king of late drew forth his sword
(Thank God 'twas not in wrath)
And made of many a 'squire and lord
An unwash'd knight of Bath:
What are their feats of arms and skill 2
They're but nine parties at Quadrille, &

[ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors]

And now, God save this noble realm,
And God save eke Hanover;
And God save those who hold the helm,
When as the king goes over:
But let the king go where he will,
His subjects must play at Quadrille,
Quadrille, Quadrille, &c.

« AnteriorContinuar »