War begets Poverty,
Poverty Peace; |
Peace makes Riches flow,
(Fate ne’er doth cease.) |
Riches produce Pride,
Pride is War’s Ground; |
War begets Poverty, &c.
The World goes round. |
Compute the Pence but of One Day’s Expence;
So many Pounds, Angels, Groats and Pence,
Are spent in one whole Year’s Circumference. Or,
One Week’s Expence in Farthings, makes appear
The Shill. & Pence expended in a Year.
Virtue was reckon’d the chief Thing of Old;
Now lies all Merit in Silver and Gold:
Virtue has lost its Regard in these Times,
While Money, like Charity, covers all Crimes.