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Where I good store have often tane, 

 A sweet requital for my time and pain. 

 Observe their season, nick the time aright, 



And baits that most they love to bite. 

 Free from their spawning then they sickly be, 

 And slight all baits, for nothing will agree, 

 Where Law and Nature hates by simpathy. 

 Muse sing the Fishes TEsculapim, and he 

 Thy next of Themes a Soveraign King most 



free, 

 Beloved of all without an enemy; 



None Challenge his Prerogative, 



Nor none he seeks for to enslave, 



But with a kind dispensing power, 



Diffuses virtue every hour. 

 Hail great Physitian of the watry Element. 



Had Nature more propitious been, 



And given thee liberty to vent, 

 Thy virtue unto Fishes in the Rivers be, 



Then thy eternal golden fin, 

 Might Challenge the sole Soveranity, 

 O'er watery Kingdoms and Immortal be, 

 Like those Diviner Fishes which in Heaven are, 

 Choice Constellations of the Beatitude most fair: 

 The mighty Salmon and voratious Pike, 

 Declining grown to thee they seek, 

 And Languishingl) implore, 



D That 



