HUE and CRY AFTER A Man-Midwife, Who has Lately DELIVERED the Land-Bank OF THEIR MONEY.  
IF any Good Person, in Country or Town,  
Either Courtier, or Citizen, Sharper, or Clown,  
giveth Tidings or Tale, of a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
〈…〉 for  
Shall at the Land-Bank be as nobly rewarded,  
As by the trusties it can well be afforded.  
He's a little old Man, very pale of Complexion,  
Into many Deep Things makes a narrow inspection▪  
His Head's very Long, and his Hands very Small,  
Fit to fathom a gentle Tuquoque withal:  
In tormenting of which, as the Good Women tellus',  
He strangles more Necks, than the Rope and the Gallows.  
Among his Profession he's famed as a Topper,  
By some called a Midwife, by others a Groper.  
From his Office in Queen-street he lately has started,  
And left his Society half brokenhearted.  
Thus showed them a Trick, one would think was beneath-him,  
And run with their Stock; marry Devil go withhim!  
But yet he was so civil unto the trusties,  
Tho he's taken the Chest, he has left 'em the Keys.  
Of Iron 'twas made, and secured with Chains,  
Being Locked with abundance of Cunning and Pains;  
Which mingles their Sorrow with some little Pleasure,  
To think how 'twill plague him to come at them Treasure.  
By common Report into Holland he's fled;  
If so, the Land-Bank is brought finely to Bed:  
For if to the old place of Refuge he's run,  
Adzooks you're all Cozened as sure as a Gun.  
And you that are Choosed, for your Money may mourn;  
For Holland, like Hell, never makes a Return,  
'Tis known to all Europe, the Dutch, like the Devil,  
Takes damnable care of the Root of all Evil.  
What Money is once carried into their Nation;  
Is more hard to regain, than if sunk in the Ocean.  
If the Coin was enclosed (like the Soil in a Gizzard)  
In an Adamant Coffer, Locked up by a Wizard,  
They'll show him a way by some 〈◊〉 In●ernal,  
To break up the Shell, and to take out the Kernel.  
A Bank to give Paper, and hoard up our Coin,  
Was nothing at first but a Cozening Design:  
And he, like a Man of a Wise Circumspection,  
Has sho●'d the true and of a Roguish Projection.  
Considering how ●ften the Nation is bit▪  
By Projects, and yet will not see thro' the Cheat,  
'Tis a wonder to me, we should learn no more Wit.  
We've Lott'ries from Venice, and Banks from the Dutch;  
Tho' Holland indeed has Occasion for such;  
For if they were down▪ as abundance do wish,  
They must Die all like Puppies, or live all like Fish.  
My Brains are so heavy, I Vow and Protest,  
I must beg you'll accept of that Pun for a jest.  
For talking of Holland so much, I'm a Dog,  
If my Fancy at last is not slipped in a Bog.  
But now to the matter, If any discover  
The Man and the Money, and bring 'em both over,  
He shall find the trusties of the Bank to be Noble,  
And give him what e'er he can get for his Trouble.  
To give you his Character truly Complete,  
He's Doctor, Projector, Man-Midwife and C—  
Who has Cunningly managed a subtle Device,  
Beyond the poor Parson, or Auberry Price.  
And all that I farther can say of the matter,  
He's gone to the Dutch, and the Devil go a'ter.   

LONDON, Printed in the Year, 1699.