⟨And⟩, when no Rents come flowing in as faſt,
⟨The⟩ Purſe is drain'd to Emptineſs at laſt.
⟨As⟩ when a Pool is ſluic'd in all its Sides,
⟨Thro'⟩ ev'ry Vent the ſlippʻry Water glides,
⟨No⟩ living Streams ſupply the ſwift Decay,
⟨The⟩ Source is dry'd, and Riv'lets die away.
Methinks I ſee theſe Silver Friends turn few,
⟨And⟩ Halfpence them, as they the Gold, purſue.
⟨Already⟩ Crowns to Shillings have giv'n place,
⟨And⟩ theſe aſſlume the Guineas ſplendid Grace:
Whilſt one remains, I will not quite deſpair,
⟨Hope⟩ after Hope ſhall ſtill relieve my Care.
And when they're ſpent, as dubious of my Doom,
⟨I'll⟩ e'en think what's of ev'ry Piece become.
⟨To⟩ Men in Health ne'er mind how Time decays,
⟨Nor⟩ what conſumes the Treaſure of their Days;
⟨'Till⟩ ebbing Life is to the loweſt wrought,
⟨When⟩ Forms of Horror riſe in ev'ry Thought,
