55 



All baits lie loves, and nothing will deny 



His Appetite, except it be the Fly, 



And that must on the water swim, if low, 



Tis certain gone as other baits I know. 



So little currs a Mastiff will engage, 



And, by eternal bauling, make him rage, 



Who quiet was before, and that until 



Great Madam Spot, thought 'twas exceeding well 



Her dainty dandlelap, such courage had, 



To dare a Mastiff till he's mad. 

 These Menows dare, and often daring die, 

 Ignoble Sots deserve no obsequie, 

 Nor Pity, when most willfully they fall. 

 Ambitiously aspiring unto all. 



For I have known when Menows had, 

 By often sacking, made them glad, 

 And left the hook near bare, 

 Without all further care ; 

 By one small jerk the hook has been 

 Fixt in their .Bellies, or their fin, 

 Too late then they, like Drunken Fools, design 

 A quick reform from the entoxicating Vine. 

 While the silent wound, 

 To the heart has found 

 A new Invented way, 

 Transporting Joys, 

 The only Toys, 



Of 



