The death-rate, and the price of gold.
Per-centages shall stir our blood
Analyses as clear as mud.
Oh, if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The marriage rate, the price of meat,
Shall yield us raptures calm and sweet;
And analytic “Tables” be
Prepared each day to give us glee.
Economists our praise shall sing,