The Thieves' Song

How round the world goes, and every thing that's in it!
The tides of gold and silver ebb and flow in a minute:
From the usurer to his sons, there a current swiftly runs;
From the sons to queans in chief, from the gallant to the thief;
From the thief unto his host, from the host to husband men;
From the country to the court; and so it comes to us again.

How round the world goes, and every thing that's in it!
The tides of gold and silver ebb and flow in a minute.