work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 4538,"",Searching poems at the Swift Society; found again in ECCO.,2005-06-21 00:00:00 UTC,"XIII.
A baited Banker thus desponds,
From his own Hand foresees his Fall,
They have his Soul, who have his Bonds;
'Tis like the Writing on the Wall.

XIV.
How will the Caitif Wretch be scar'd,
When first he finds himself awake
At the last Trumpet, unprepar'd,
And all his Grand Account to make?

XV.
For in that universal Call,
Few Bankers will to Heav'n be Mounters;
They'll cry, Ye Shops, upon us fall,
Conceal and cover us, Ye counters.

XVI.
When Other hands the Scales shall hold,
And they, in Men and Angels Sight
Produc'd with all their Bills and Gold,
Weigh'd in the Ballance, and found light.""
(p. 113-4)",2007-04-26,11937,"REVISED AER. And then text redone by BMP.
see also Poems vol. I, p. 241, l. 71.","A banker's soul may be ""Weigh'd in the Ballance, and found Light.""",Coinage,2014-04-16 17:49:04 UTC,""