From the numberless drafts it doth take in,
Yet oft as it hath been hard push’d,
It ne’er was in danger of breaking;
Art and nature supply such a store,
Of resources for raising the wind,
That, whenever ’tis close press’d before,
’Tis sure of relief from behind.
Mother Bank has declar’d, since her fall,
That the Ministry forc’d her to stop,
Still she’s bullion enough for ’em all