<&mtttl Demotion* 41 



His haunts, for shady shelters his delight, 



And near the ground sometimes he'll freely bite, 



A Cadlce then, or Worm that's red, 

 Like the voluptious, brings him to a dying bed: 

 Excess is hurtful none admire, 

 Those Damps extinguish natural fire 

 Who covet all, but little can Enjoy, 

 And much, to some's, esteem'd the meanest 



toy. 



Alexander conquered all, yet sighing weep't. 

 Saladines victories ended in a shirt. 

 Angler, strong Tackling have, for he is strong, 

 [f only for the Chub your Madam 9 s long, 

 Be careful, never trust the single hair, 

 For that's deceitful, and frustrates your care. 

 I Angling* lately, for the smaller fry, 

 Two hairs my hook did only tie, 

 And those two hairs, two score had ta'n, 

 Till one stout Chub deludes my pain ; 

 I Angled not for him, yet him I did provoke, 

 He sudden rose and with a Cruel stroke, 



The easy hair gave way, 

 While he Triumphs, as Conquerer that day; 

 It was so sudden, that I scarcely knew, 

 Whether he rose or from the Clouds he flew, 



* At Heaver Castel, in the Medow. 



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