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Undone at Play, the Female Troops
Come here their Loffes to retrieve;
Ride o'er the Waves in fpacious Hoops,
Like Lapland Witches in a Sieve.

Thus Venus to the Sea descends,
As Poets feign; but where's the Moral?
It fhews the Queen of Love intends
To fearch the Deep for Pearl and Coral.

The Sea is richer than the Land,
I heard it from my Grannam's Mouth;
Which now I clearly understand:
For by the Sea fhe meant the South.

Thus by DIRECTOR S we are told, Pray, Gentlemen, believe your Eyes; Our Ocean's cover'd o'er with Gold, Look round about how thick it lies?

We, Gentlemen, are your Affifters, We'll come and hold you by the Chin; Alas! all is not Gold that glifters, Ten Thousand fink by leaping in.

Oh! would these Patriots be so kind, Here in the Deep to wash their Hands

Then

Then, like Pactolus, we fhould find,. The Sea indeed had Golden Sands.

A Shilling in the Bath you fling, -
The Silver takes a nobler Hue,
By Magick Virtue in the Spring,
And feems a Guinea to your View:

But as a Guinea will not pafs
At Market for a Farthing more,
Shewn thro' a multiplying Glafs,
Than what it always did before;

So caft it in the Southern Seas,
And view it thro' a Jobber's Bill;
Put on what Spectacles you pleafe,
Your Guinea's but a Guinea still.

One Night a Fool into a Brook,
Thus from a Hillock looking down,
The Golden Stars for Guinea's took,.
And Silver Cynthia for a Crown;

The Point he could no longer doubt,
He ran, he leap'd into the Flood;
There sprawl'd a while, at laft got out,
All cover'd o'er with Slime and Mud.

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Upon the Water caft thy Bread,

And after many Days thou`lt find it;
But Gold upon the 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 Sound, though deep as Hell, Change-Alley is the dreadful Name.

Nine times a Day it ebbs and flows,
Yet he that on the Surface lies,
Without a Pilot seldom knows
The Time it falls, or when 'twill rise.

Subfcribers here by Thousands float,
And justle one another down;
Each padling 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 again; They reel and stagger to and fro, At their Wits end, like Drunken Men.

* Pfalm 107.

Mean

Mean time fecure on * Garr'way's Cliffs,
A Savage Race by Shipwracks fed,
Lye waiting for the founder'd Skiffs,
And strip the Bodies of the Dead.

But thefe, you fay, are factious Lyes, From fome malicious Tory's Brain;

For where DIRECTOR's get a Prize, The Swifs and Dutch whole Millions drain.

Thus when by Rooks a Lord is ply'd, Some Cully often wins a Bett:

By vent'ring on the Cheating fide, Tho' not into the Secret let.

While fome build Caftles in the Air,
DIRECTORS build 'em in the Seas;
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 Lyars, Earl Goodwin's Caftles over-flown, And Caftle-Roofs, and Steeple-Spires..

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Mark where the fly DIRECTOR S creep, Nor to the Shoar approach too nigh;

The Monsters neftle in the Deep, To feize you in your passing by.

Then, like the Dogs of Nile, be wife,
Who taught, by Inftinet, how to fhun
The Crocodile, that lurking lies,
Run as they drink, and drink and run

Antaus could, by Magick Charms Recover Strength whene'er he fell Alcides held him by his Arms, And fent him up in Air to Hell

DIRECTORS thrown into the Sea,

Recover Strength and Vigour there;
But may be tam'd another Way,
Sufpended for a while in Air.

DIRECTORS! for 'tis you I waɛn,
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;

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