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In vain to other Trades they’d fly;
All were o’re-stock'd accordingly.

The Price of Land, and Houses falls;
Mirac’lous Palaces, whose Walls,
Like those of Thebes, were raised by Play,
Are to be lett; whilst the once gay,
Well-seated Houshold Gods would be
More pleased t’ expire in Flames, than see;
The mean Inscription on the Door
Smile at the lofty Ones they bore.
The Building Trade is quite destroy’d,
Artificers are not employ’d;
No Limner for his Art is famed;
Stone-cutters, Carvers are not named.

Those, that remain’d, grown temp’rate, strive,
Not how to spend; but how to live;

And,