Where crowns abound, and sov’reigns rule the place with despot sway,
For no one there will check their power, so well belov’d are they.
There seems a money mania for everything that’s dear,
And, strange as it may seem, I’ve heard that far-things here are near.
Cleopatra drank pearls, they say, but here she is outvied,
If pork they wish, they’ve guinea pigs; if beef, the silver side.
Their drink is pure aqua d’ora, and I have heard it’s true
Their servant men are Bills and Franks, their housemaid is a Sou.
And now, before I end my lay, I ought to make it known
That though this bank is always thronged, each one may get a-loan;