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When Fortune favoured my Intent, 



And soon supply'd my store; 

 A sudden fancy in my Nodle came, 



Which I resolved then to try, 

 Do you but make experience of the same, 



You may succeed as well as 1, 

 The Glaring Oculus, great JLoves misterious bait, 

 That leads the World in errour, Topsy turns a 



state, 



Which Monarch's more adore, and brighter shines, 

 Then all the Glittering stones adorn their 



Diadems : 



This was my fancy, and I well may say, 

 Eyes were my Guide the Fishes to betray, 

 For some I took, Jove pardon my Intent, 

 To make the blind decoy the Innocent; 

 Wonder no more, 'tis certain true and just, 

 Necessity begot Invention first. 



Next sing the Gudgeon, where he most abides, 

 The bait he loves, and where he usually resides ; 

 A stream that's clear, and current pretty strong, 

 With Sand, or Gravel, will detain him long. 

 Close at the bottom, there he grabling lies, 

 And never looks at Heaven, nor sees the Skys, 

 Till by a Brad ling, on the Sun he glares, 

 And ends his life without protesting cares; 



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