And sadly flows the sighing of the storm: 120 Those who have gain'd are sorry for the gloom, But they who lost unwilling peace should come; There open envy, here suppress'd delight, Yet live till time shall better thoughts excite, And so prepare us, by a six-years' truce, Again for riot, insult, and abuse. Our worthy mayor, on the victorious part, Cries out for peace, and cries with all his heart; He, civil creature! ever does his best, To banish wrath from every voter's breast; 130 "For where," says he, with reason strong and plain, "Where is the profit? what will anger gain?" His short stout person he is wont to brace In good brown broad-cloth, edged with two-inch lace, When in his seat; and still the coat seems new, Preserved by common use of seaman's blue. He was a fisher from his earliest day, And placed his nets within the Borough's bay; Where by his skates, his herrings, and his soles, He lived, nor dream'd of corporation-doles[49]; 140 But, toiling, saved and, saving, never ceased Till he had box'd up twelve score pounds at least. He knew not money's power, but judged it best Safe in his trunk to let his treasure rest; Yet to a friend complain'd: "Sad charge, to keep So many pounds, and then I cannot sleep." "Then put it out," replied the friend.--"What, give My money up? why, then I could not live."-- "Nay, but for interest place it in his hands, Who'll give you mortgage on his house or lands."-- 150 "Oh but," said Daniel, "that's a dangerous plan; He may be robb'd like any other man."-- "Still he is bound, and you may be at rest, More safe the money than within your chest; And you'll receive, from all deductions clear, Five pounds for every hundred, every year."-- "What good in that?" quoth Daniel, "for 'tis plain, If part I take, there can but part remain."-- "What! you, my friend, so skill'd in gainful things, Have you to learn what interest money brings?"-- 160 "Not so," said Daniel, "perfectly I know, He's the most interest who has most to show."-- "True! and he'll show the more, the more he lends; Thus he his weight and consequence extends; For they who borrow must restore each sum, And pay for use--What, Daniel, art thou dumb?" For much amazed was that good man--"Indeed!" Said he, with glad'ning eye, "will money breed? How have I lived? I grieve, with all my heart, For my late knowledge in this precious art:-- 170 Five pounds for every hundred will he give? And then the hundred?----I begin to live."-- So he began, and other means he found, As he went on, to multiply a pound: Though blind so long to interest, all allow That no man better understands it now. Him in our body-corporate we chose, And, once among us, he above us rose; Stepping from post to post, he reach'd the chair,