So, when upon a moonshine night The day of judgment will be soon, Each poor fubfcriber to the fea Sinks down at once, and there he lies: Directors fall as well as they; 80 85 Undone at play, the female troops Come here their loffes to retrieve; Ride o'er the waves in fpacious hoops, 95 Thus Venus to the fea defcends, As poets feign; but where's the moral ? It fhews the queen of love intends To search the deep for pearl and coral. The fea is richer than the land, I heard it from my grannam's mouth, Which now I clearly understand; For by the fea fhe meant the South. 100 Thus Thus by directors we are told, Pray, Gentlemen, believe your eyes; Our ocean's cover'd o'er with gold, Look round, and see how thick it lies. Oh! would thofe patriots be fo kind, Here in the deep to wash their hands, A fhilling in the Bath you fling, By magic virtue in the spring, And seems a guinea to your view. But, as a guinea will not pass At market for a farthing more, Shewn through a multiplying glass, Than what it always did before; 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 still. One night a fool into a brook Thus from a hillock looking down, The point he could no longer doubt; There fprawl'd a while, and scarce got out, 0 2 105 ΠΙΟ 115 120 125 130 Upon Upon the waters caft thy bread, And after many days thou'lt find it ; But gold upon this ocean spread 135 Shall fink, and leave no mark behind it. There is a gulf where thousands fell; Nine times a day it ebbs and flows; Without a pilot, feldom knows The time it falls, or when 'twill rife. 140 Subscribers here by thoufands float, 145 And joftle one another down; Each paddling in his leaky boat, And here they fish for gold, and drown. Now bury'd in the depth below, Now mounted up to heav'n agen, 150 They reel and fagger to and fro, At their wits end, like drunken men Mean time fecure on Garr'way + cliffs A favage race, by fhipwrecks fed, Lie waiting for the founder's fkiffs, And ftrip the bodies of the dead. But thefe, you fay, are factious lies, For where directors get a prize, $55 The Swifs and Dutch whole millions drain. 160 Pfal. cvii, Thus, Coffee-houfe in 'Change-alley, Thus, when by rooks a Lord is ply'd, While fome build caftles in the air, 165 Directors build them in the feas: Subfcribers plainly fee 'em there; For fools will fee, as wife men please. Thus oft by mariners are shown (Unless the men of Kent are liars) Earl Godwin's caftles overflown, 170 And palace-roofs, and steeple-spires. Mark where the fly directors creep, The monsters neftle in the deep 175 Then, like the dogs of Nile, be wife, The crocodile that lurking lies, Run as they drink, and drink and run. 180 Antæus could, by magic charms, Alcides held him in his arms, Recover ftrength, whene'er he fell: And sent him up in air to hell. Directors thrown into the fea, But O 3 185 Directors! 1 Directors! for 'tis you I warn, By long experience we have found, What planet rul'd when you were born; We fee you never can be drown'd. Beware, nor over-bulky grow, Nor come within your cully's reach; For if the fea fhould fink fo low, To leave you dry upon the beach; bulk You'll owe your ruin to your While you lie helpless on the fand. Thus, when a whale hath loft the tide, And strip the bones and melt the oil. ! Oh may fome western tempeft sweep Driv'n from the South Sea 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 croud! But never fhall our ifle have rest, 190 195 200 205 210 Till those devouring fwine run down (The devils leaving the posseft,) 215 And headlong in the waters drown. The |