Non mi ricordo: read the Scheme,
One word will answer all your wish
’Tis BISH’s plan, ’tis BISH’s theme,
It must be good, ’tis plann’d by BISH.
“Bish,” in the [annexed], puffs at Queen Anne’s prize of “5000 pounds,” as “so small.” This may be imagined to have been asserted under poetical licence; for, in fact, 5000l. in those days was almost equal to the largest prize in modern Lotteries.
THE
Bonne Bouche of Lotteries.
Tune.—“Moderation and alteration.”
In the reign of Queen Anne, when first Lott’ries were invented,
With very few Prizes Advent’rers were contented;
The largest of which, (so small were Fortune’s bounds,)
“Paid in faire Plate,” was but 5000 Pounds.
Moderation! Moderation!
O, what a wonderful Moderation!
Soon 5000l. was deem’d but a small Bait,
And 10,000 then was the Great Prize of State:
Twenty follow’d soon after, then Thirty—bold push!
And at last 40,000 was made the Bonne Bouche!
Alteration! Alteration! &c.
Now the Lott’ry Contractors a New Plan pursue,
All former outdoings resolv’d to outdo;
And have struck out a Plan to increase Public Gain,
By which, One Hundred Thousand Pounds you may obtain.
Temptation! Temptation! &c.
If two Numbers are drawn in a specifi’d way,
1000 Whole Tickets the Holders repay;
And a 1000 Whole Tickets a Chance may reveal,
Of all the Great Prizes contain’d in the Wheel.
Admiration! Admiration! &c.
O, what a subject for Admiration!
Now if you could get them, and ’twouldn’t be strange,
For the rest of your life, how your fortune would change!
A Coach, a Town-House, and a Country-House, too!
Leading Man in the County!—O, wou’dn’t that do?
Fascination! Fascination! &c.