Piscator and Corydon. 65 



Nible the bait, then greedy swallow all, 

 As dying Victims, triumph in their fall, 

 That Corydon may see the difference and find, 

 That pleasure soon expels the troubles of the mind, 

 Immortal Jove, tir'd with the labours of the day 

 Withdraws, and to new pleasures finds the way. 



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Piscator does your eager haste succeed, 

 Or, will your pains supply your present need, 

 The Sun is mounted high, and soon will fall, 

 But what repast have you for me, or all, 

 Slight is your store, your Meager looks denys, 

 But that your Belly wants its due supplys. 

 'Tis time, for Nature still refreshment claims, 

 And hunger still succeeds most pleasing pains. 



I have enough for to supply your wish, 

 And here in Love 1 do present a Dish : 

 To save the late expence of your lost time, 

 Such Fish as now are only in their prime; 

 A Brace of Jacks, some Chubbs, and more 

 Three Lusty Pearch I lately brought ashore, 

 Not naming those of the Ignoble fry, 

 That greedy swallow and as sudden dye, 

 Three Dozen, more or less Fm sure, I've ta'en, 

 A sweet requital for so small a pain; 

 Get but a friend or two, and of your store 

 We'll banquet then this Night, and often more, 



Since 



