"Come all ye gen'rous husbands with your wives Insure round sums on your precarious lives, That to your comfort, when you're dead and rotten, Your widows may be rich when you're forgotten." Seven. _Stockings Company._ "You that delight to keep your sweaty feet, By often changing stockings, clean and neat, Deal not in stocking shares, because I doubt Those that buy most 'ere long will go without." Eight. _Puckles Machine_ (Bullets round and square). "A rare invention to destroy the crowd Of fools at home, instead of foes abroad. Fear not, my friends, this terrible machine, They're only wounded that have shares therein." Nine. _Welsh Copper._ "This bubble for a time may current pass, Copper's the title, but 'twill end in brass; Knaves cry it up, fools buy, but when it fails, The losing crowd will cry 'lots splutter a'nails.'" Ten. _Providing for and employing all the Poor of Great Britain._ "The poor when managed and employ'd in trade, Are to the public welfare useful made. But if kept idle, from their vices spring W----s for the stews, and soldiers for the king." Knave. _Raddish Oil._ "Our oily project with the gaping town, Will surely for a time go smoothly down. We sow and press to carry on the cheat: To bite Change Alley is not fraud, but wit." Queen. _For erecting Hospitals for taking in and maintaining Illegitimate Children._ "Love on, ye jolly rakes and buxom dames, A child is safer than venereal flames; Indulge your senses with the sweet offence, We'll keep your bastards at a small expence." King. _An inoffensive Way of emptying Houses of Office._ "Our fragrant bubble, would the world believe it, Is to make human dung smell sweet as civet; None sure before us ever durst presume To turn a ... into a rich perfume." CLUBS. Ace. _Lute-string Co._ "These crafty managers have play'd for years The world as many tricks as dancing bears, By bubbling too they broke their ancient rules; They first made lute-strings, but they now make fools." Two. _Paste board Manufacturing Co._ "As empty sayings flow from windy fools, So pasteboard bubbles rise from paper skulls. Madness must surely be the town's disease When knaves get money by such whims as these." Three. _Trade to Harborough._ "You that delight to take up foreign linen, At Harbro' made, a little town near Bremen, Encourage trade abroad for time to come, And, like kind fools, neglect your own at home." Four. _Saltpetre._ "Come all ye black infernal powder makers, And Rocketeers that deal in squibs and crackers, Buy petre stock, let me be your adviser, 'Twill make you (tho' not richer) much the wiser."