USURER.
To the Tune of, Such a parcel a Rogues in a Nation.
By a Cabal of Young LADIES.
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O Happy Time!
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'Tis no more a Crime
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T' impose Cheat and Rake for the Pelf now.
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With Freedom and Ease
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That at any rate Squeeze
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The Poor to Enrich my dear Self now.
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Coin is so scarce,
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And yields such a Price,
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Whatever I do ask they will give it;
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Fourty per Cent.
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Besides Annual rent,
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I must have for each Six-pence, believe it.
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Our DARIEN-Plot,
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And wise Govern'd-State
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Have so Banish'd the Root of all Evil;
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Made it so Scant,
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That all it do want,
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And gladly wou'd tick't even with the Devil.
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Peers are so vain
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With Liveries and Train,
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What Incomes they have, they do Squander;
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Upstarts get a Title,
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To help away their Little
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That they're all driv'n to me; then's no wonder.
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My Purse is at Call
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Both to Great and Small
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And their Strait is the Rule of the Bargain;
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If Credit's at stake
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What I please, I take;
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Once they're fix'd, let them go Complain then.
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Some wise Heads smile
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Thinks this lasts short while
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Since I'm reacht both by Law and Decision.
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I've found a Trick
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That they can't me Nick;
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So I mock all their Threats and Derision.
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Beaues of the Town
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Do all cry me down,
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Swears this Trade's not for me but a Scoundrell;
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In spight of Fate,
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I'le make an Estate,
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Tho in end I should Barter Heav'n for Hell.
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Thus sings a Knight,
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Well known by his Sight,
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Far more by his Genteel Occupation;
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Which is all he can,
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Like a Hater of Man,
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To Enrich by the Straits of the Nation.
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What can a Lass,
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Make of such an Ass,
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Both hated o' GOD and scoff'd by Mankind now;
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Who's pleased with hell,
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Provided he'll tell
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Each Day Loads of Cash tho he's purblind now.
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Our Sex do Agree,
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When the Knight we see
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To treat him with a general Hiss then;
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All mock his Suite,
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As an Usurer Brute,
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And bid him his old Mother go Kiss then.
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