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He lay too far for me to snare, 

 And I had none but Lines were made of hair, 



Yet was resolv'd to have some sport, 

 With that stout Tyrant of the Liquid Court; 

 A Roach alive I fixt, to bear 

 Upon a Line, and drew it near, 



His mighty and expanded Jaws, 

 Like Hells wide mouth, immediately disclose 

 Whole rows of Teeth, as Cadmus earth born 

 Sons 



Each other view, 

 Then furious slew, 



As from the ground they sprung by turns. 

 Lord how I wondred, when the Roach went in 

 That yawning Gulph, and could no further swim : 

 That dark Abbiss 

 His last recess 



Was the Eternal end of him. 

 Fain would I more have seen and known, 

 For observation seldom comes too soon ; 

 But he, Tyrant-like, shew'd me the Tyrants play, 

 Turn'd his large head, and with the stream slid 



quite a way. 



Angler don't think I Equivocate or lie, 

 The truth I hear declare and the whole mistery, 

 For with a Worm, or else a Minnow small, 

 Those Fifteen Hundred Pearch I took them all. 



Cloy'd 



