Five pounds for every hundred will he give?
And then the hundred? - I begin to live.” -
So he began, and other means he found,
As he went on, to multiply a pound:
Though blind so long to Interest, all allow
That no man better understands it now:
Him in our Body-Corporate we chose,
And once among us, he above us rose;
Stepping from post to post, he reach’d the Chair,
And there he now reposes - that’s the Mayor.