The city, nay the world’s transferr’d to thee
Fin’d as the land, and richer than the sea.
The various metals, Nature can produce,
Or Art improve, for ornament or use,
From the Earth’s deepest bowels brought are made
To shine in thee, and carry on thy trade.
Here Guilledum, fam’d for making silver pass
Through various forms; and Sparks as fam’d for brass,
There’s T⸺ ’tween God and gold who ne’er stood neater,
And trusty Nicholson, who lives by pewter,