I try , & mean To gain One morefriend, That will spend His Money free, And deal with me: Fancy form'd the Scheme, And I chiefly aim At this to make my Verse, Sink deep into your Purse; If your Guineas Face to Face, Fretting are, for want of Space, In Pity set the Pris'ners free, And leave a few of them with me. Yellow-Boys properly suit my wants; If your's are all white Inhabitants, Half-Crowns or Shillings - Sixpences will do; Indeed I long to singer one or two. If your's are but Half-Pence, I. Crane, at the Top, Sits there - and invites you to come to his Shop-Since the Envy of Foes, and the Favours of Friends, Are most luckily blended to answer my Ends. Thank you, my Friends, for the burrying Times I have seen. And you my Foes too, for all the spare Minutes between. When Good-Will leads you to my Shop, then I will use you well, My Goods I wish you all to Want-Because-I want to sell.

Date:

[1800?]