Here'll be temples of the living God, and of Heathen idols, too,
Showing how Christians worship, and what Barbarians do.
This City great for me they'll name, the world will know it well,
And when it will stop growing, no one, I'm sure, can tell;
No London can to it compare, or Canton, I am sure,
For while the World does stand this City will endure.
And when at home you're settled and your Chieftain calls on you,
Just lay these out quite nicely and give him a good view;
If that don't melt his stony heart and bring him to his knees,
Cast him quickly from your heart, and marry whom you please."