An inversed Burse, an Exchange under ground.
This Proteus earth converts to what you'd ha' 't:
90Now you may weave 't to silk, then coin 't to plate,
And, what 's a metamorphosis more dear,
Dissolve it and 'twill melt to London beer.
For whatsoe'er that gaudy city boasts,
Each month derives to these attractive coasts.
We shall exhaust their chamber and devour
Their treasures of Guildhall, the Mint, the Tower.
Our staiths their mortgaged streets will soon divide,