Now he gathers Riches in
Thicker, faster, Pin by Pin;
Pins a-piece to see his Show;
Boys and Girls flock Row by Row;
From their Cloaths the Pins they take,
Risque a Whipping for his sake;
From their Frocks the Pins they pull,
To fill Namby’s Cushion full.
So much Wit at such an Age,
Does a Genius great presage.