Classic Poem

Of Trophies and Laurels I mean not to sing,
Of Prussia 's brave Prince, or of Britain 's good King:
Here the Poor claim my song; then the art I'll display,
How you all shall be gainers — by giving away.
Derry down .
The cruse of the widow, you very well know,
The more it was emptied, the fuller did flow:
So here with your Purse the like wonder you'll find;
The more you draw out, still — the more left behind.
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The Prodigal here without danger may spend;
That ne'er can be lavish'd, to Heaven we lend;
And the Miser his purse-strings may draw without pain,
For what miser won't give — when giving is Gain?
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The Gamester, who sits up whole days and whole nights,
To hazard his health and his fortune at White 's;
Much more to advantage his Betts he may make,
Here, set what he will, he will double his Stake.
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The Fair-one, whose heart the Four Aces controul,
Who sighs for Sans-prendre , and dreams of a Vole,
Let her here send a tithe of her gains at Quadrille ,
And she'll ne'er want a friend — in victorious Spadille .
Derry down .
Let the Merchant, who trades on the perilous sea,
Come here, and insure, if from loss he'd be free;
A Policy here from all danger secures,
For safe is the Venture — which Heaven insures.
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The Stock-jobber too may subscribe without fear,
In a Fund which for ever a Premium must bear;
Where the Stock must still rise, and where Scrip will prevail,
Tho' South-Sea, and India, and Omnium , should fail.
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The Churchman likewise his advantage may draw,
And here buy a Living, in spite of the Law —
In Heaven, I mean; then, without any fear,
Let him purchase away — here's no Simony here.
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Ye Rakes, who the joys of Hymen disclaim,
And seek, in the ruin of Virtue, a fame;
You may here boast a triumph consistent with duty,
And keep, without guilt, a Seraglio of Beauty.
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If from Charity then such advantages flow,
That you still gain the more — the more you bestow;
Here's the place will afford you rich profit with ease:
When the Bason comes round — be as rich as you please.
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Then a health to that Patron, whose grandeur and store
Yield aid and defence to the Sick and the Poor;
Who no Courtier can flatter, no Patriot can blame:
But, our President's here — or I'd tell you his name.
Derry down .