Written on the back of a Guinea Note.

 T HOU little badge of independence,
Thou mak'st e'en pride dance mean attendance;
Thou sure has magic in thy looks,
Gives p—ts' a taste for tasteless books;
Makes lawyers lie, makes courtiers flatter,
And wily statesman Patriots clatter,
Makes ancient maids seem young again,
At sixty, beauteous as sixteen;
Makes foes turn friends, and friends turn foes,
And drugmen brew the pois'ning dose,
And even as common say prevails,
Thou mak'st e'en Justice tip the scales.