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When near the shore, but with a Net him 



lift, 



Else his large sides will put him soon a drift 

 Muse sing jet and tell the Roach, 

 What other bait he will approach, 

 And let the Bream and Dace alone, 

 Since our sweet stream affords us none. 

 Among the Flags, if any little place is clear, 

 Or gloomy shades, I common find them there ; 

 Sometimes they're shy, 

 Scarce one will die, 

 No Worm nor Gentle can them please, 

 No Paste or Cadice then agrees; 



Yet they'll come near, and smell, 

 Then turn their Tails, and bid them all farewell. 

 What shall I do, no sport I'm like to have, 

 But drudge all day, yet Fortune helps the brave. 



Soon from the River then withdraw, 

 Unto some Farm, and turn the rotten straw. 

 For Worms, a Ruby head and body white, 

 Are certain signs the Roach at them will bite, 

 Get but a few, you need no more to fear, 

 But you'll have sport if any Roach are there, 

 I seldom find them at this bait precise; 

 And some I've ta'en with other Fishes eyes. 

 One time my baits were speni, 

 I thoughtfull was for more, 



When 



