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WEALTH
The fishes of the Sea have more
And Richer Banks of wealth in Store
With Pretious Stones of greater worth
Then all the Princes of the Earth
Brought freely in by evry Storme
But do 'em neither good nor Harme;
Which, if they were on Land, th' excess
Would bring their valew down to less
And render them as useless here
As now th' are to no purpose there;
So Dutch men to Keep up the Price
Are fain to burn vast Stores of Spice.
And Richer Banks of wealth in Store
With Pretious Stones of greater worth
Then all the Princes of the Earth
Brought freely in by evry Storme
But do 'em neither good nor Harme;
Which, if they were on Land, th' excess
Would bring their valew down to less
And render them as useless here
As now th' are to no purpose there;
So Dutch men to Keep up the Price
Are fain to burn vast Stores of Spice.
Partners in Distress agree
Much better then Prosperity.
Much better then Prosperity.
The Restles Drudgery of Fooles
That for their work mistake their Tooles
And, like the silly Prussian, eate,
And swallow Knives instead of meate,
And know no use at all for Money
But Slavery and Parcimony.
That for their work mistake their Tooles
And, like the silly Prussian, eate,
And swallow Knives instead of meate,
And know no use at all for Money
But Slavery and Parcimony.
[Fooles]
That have no use, beside their Drudging,
For all their Miserable Curmudging,
But, for an Itch of getting more,
Will venture all they had before,
And for an Idle Flam of Hopes
Stake Necks and all to th' ods of Ropes.
That have no use, beside their Drudging,
For all their Miserable Curmudging,
But, for an Itch of getting more,
Will venture all they had before,
And for an Idle Flam of Hopes
Stake Necks and all to th' ods of Ropes.
The very Paint of Gold is Poyson
And Gold to some have provd as Noysom.
And Gold to some have provd as Noysom.
An Old Curmudgin
Grown Rich with Penury, and Drudging,
As Usurers Tooles work night and Day
And earne by Passing time away,
The more his Time is idly Lost
And thrown away, improv's it most
Let's out his Heralds fields of Gold
For Mortgages, to have and hold
Until h' has Raysd his Silver-Acres
Beyond th' Unconscionablest Rackers.
Grown Rich with Penury, and Drudging,
As Usurers Tooles work night and Day
And earne by Passing time away,
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And thrown away, improv's it most
Let's out his Heralds fields of Gold
For Mortgages, to have and hold
Until h' has Raysd his Silver-Acres
Beyond th' Unconscionablest Rackers.
Men are not Limited with less, or more:
Desire and Fancy makes them Rich or Poore.
Desire and Fancy makes them Rich or Poore.
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