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He never seem'd, or scorn'd to run, 

 But with a sudden yerk his tail did turn, 

 And then as suddenly my Joys were gone, 

 For my new strand gave way and broke, 

 But what's become of worm and hook, 

 For both I'm sure he fairly took. 

 Vext, no we Anglers often loose our prize, 

 Compleat let all our Tackling be, and most precise, 

 For Fishes prove sometimes more wise then we, 

 As by this late ensample all may see, 



That Lovers of the Angle be : 

 Immediately 1 left that stand, 



No speech in Fishes be, 

 Yet one another they can understand, 



With sure dexterity. 



Then for the smaller fry I made my way, 

 The stream and Pond affording every day, 

 Chub, Roach, and Perch and Jacks in plenty be, 

 To give delight and fill necessity, 



Then Cadbaits from the sand I get, 

 Or Antflys which the Roach Intirely Love, 



And lay my worms aside, 

 Sometime with Gentles I did bait, 



My Treacherous hook and hide 

 The barb with wings expanded of a fly, 

 When eager Roaches mounted up above, 

 To view the glorys of the sky ; 



With 



