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Rh Though at present he lives in a very large house, There would then not be room in it left for a mouse; But the squire's too wise, he will not take a souse. Which, &c. The farmer, who comes with his rent in this cash, For taking these counters, and being so rash, Will be kick'd out of doors, both himself and his trash. Which, &c. For, in all the leases that ever we hold, We must pay our rent in good silver and gold, And not in brass tokens of such a base mould. Which, &c. The wisest of lawyers all swear, they will warrant No money but silver and gold can be current; And, since they will swear it, we all may be sure on't. Which, &c. And I think, after all, it would be very strange, To give current money for base in exchange, Like a fine lady swopping her moles for the mange. Which, &c. But read the king's patent, and there you will find, That no man need take them but who has a mind, For which we must say that his Majesty's kind. Which, &c. Now God bless the Drapier who open’d our eyes! I'm sure, by his book, that the writer is wise: He shows us the cheat, from the end to the rise. Which, &c. Nay, farther he shows it a very hard case, That this fellow Wood, of a very bad race, Should of all the fine gentry of Ireland take place. Which, &c. . VII.