A
Ready Cure for Uneasie Minds,
FOR
That their MONY will not Pass.
To the Tune of, As I sat at my Spinning-Wheele.
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KInd Countrymen, Attention give,
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That you may all know how to live;
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By swimming through this Trying-day,
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When few knows how to Lend or Pay
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The cause whereof, is this, alas!
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Our Mony from us will not pass.
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I know you are in great distress,
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And each Man troubled more or less;
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But in my Muses you may find
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That which may ease your troubled mind;
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Which now is vext, for this alas,
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You Mony have but 'twill not pass.
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You all do know the very cause,
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Bad Men did violate our Laws;
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So that our Coin in all Mens sight,
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Became too little and too light;
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And to our Rulers seem'd, alas,
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Unfit a longer time to pass.
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To stop such fraud all means was used,
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But still our Mony was abused;
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Severitie did not asswage
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That growing Mischief of our age;
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And shall we now cry out alas,
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Because such Mony will not pass.
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No not at all, but rather say,
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We hope to see a better Day;
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Due course is took, Coin to defend,
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The Clippers gain is at end;
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Which may make them cry out alas,
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Clipt Mony will no longer pass.
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And for such Coin as is too light,
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We have a way to make it right,
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Of which he only give this hint,
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Lets cast it all into the Mint;
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That we no longer cry alas,
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Our Mony from us will not pass.
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If some shall say 'twil be great loss,
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There is no cure without some cross:
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To Purge our Humors that are ill,
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We all must take a bitter Pill;
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Yet not too bitter, for alas,
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Where 'tis made good, 'twill freely pass.
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Let every Man through out the land,
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But freely lend a helping hand,
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A lovely change we all should see,
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As fast as Mony Coin'd [can] be;
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And part with none but such alas
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As now lyes by and will not pass.
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Then cease, oh Man, for to complain,
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Count not the loss, but count [the] [ga]in;
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One thing I see, which greatly [bi]nds,
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We all shall have contented minds;
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Which hath been wanting long alas,
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Because our Mony would not pass.
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A second Branch, speakes good to all,
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Thereby our Markets soon will fall;
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Goods will be cheap of every kind,
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When Mony runs to please each mind;
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The rise whereof being this a las,
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We fear'd what now is come to pass.
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The Poor to labour will be willing,
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When they shall have a new Mill'd shilling:
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And every Man be in a way,
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To Buy, to Sell, to Lend, to Pay;
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When Coin that now lyes dead a las,
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Shall be reviv'd and freely pass.
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Then mind once more what I did hint,
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And freely cast into the Mint,
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All Coin our Laws forbids to run,
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And do not think you are undone;
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There is no other way alas,
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To make light Mony freely pass.
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And if you do here to consent,
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You never will the same repent;
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For why, your Children yet unbread,
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Will reap the Fruites when you are dead;
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Not one of them will cry alas,
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We Mony have but 'twill not pass.
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And last of all, 'twill be much pleasure
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When all our Coin is real Treasure:
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We shall not need to punch nor pounce,
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When every Crown weighs nigh an ounce;
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To England, Honour, for alas,
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Such Coin throughout the World will pass.
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