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Of some I presents made unto my Friends, 

 No Nigards mind, nor Misers wish on me 



Attends. 

 Angler had you been there you'd far'd as well 



as I, 



For Heavens bounty, Heaven be prais'd Eternally, 

 Now the Eager and voracious Chub rehearse, 

 That mounts the water, sees the universe, 



Then to the bottom nimbly scuds. 

 And hides his daring head beneath the flouds, 

 Till some new object makes him rise, 

 A Hopper or some larger fly's, 

 Then nimbly down he'll dive, and with his prey, 

 Obscure himself from Sol's most Glorious ray, 



Under a shady Oak, 



His motions common look, 



For there he'll rise and fall, 

 As often as convenient Beauties call ; 

 If shadows do approach him, then he's shy, 

 And shuns the Alterations of the sky, 

 But when Serene and Calm, in Rivers large, 

 He joyfully exerts his force, and charge 

 Battalions of the Buzzing Excrements, 

 On whom his spiteful Choler daily vents 

 A fresh revenge ; 



Till with a cunning hand, and baited hook, 

 His pride strikes Sail, as being soon mistook, 

 E2 So 



