18 Cfje (Sitntttl Mentation* 



But kill the worm, but I confess that Fishes smell, 

 Or that my apprehension is but ill ; 

 For I have seen them to my flote and JLead repair, 

 And gently touch them with insulting care. 

 Nice be theirPalats, and their sense exceeding rare, 

 Then by a sudden turn the bait they spie, 

 They smell and swallow and exclaiming dye ; 

 Bless me I had forgot, 

 This Tarr disturbs my mind, 

 My Matron at the Fishing Plot, 



That is to Anglers kind, 

 Before the Glorious Sun went down, 

 Returning was the plodding clown, 



To sweet repose, 

 But she packs up her Tools and homeward goes. 



Well Laden with a Brace or more, 

 The just expence of but one only hour; 



Fraught with her luck some new designs, 

 Caus'd me next morn to rise betimes, 

 'Fore Sol had left his watery couch, 

 And to the Pond with speed approach : 

 A friend* had lately given to me a strand, 

 And for its strength exceedingly commend, 

 Unhappy f when it first came to our land; 



* Mr. Nathaniell Rnsea'eU. 

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