Piscator and Corydon. 71 



Before declines the short liv'd day, 



If there appears a fly 

 On waters calm, tho ne cr so deep, 

 Without a Ladder, up he'll creep, 



And Gorge it Instantly. 

 Neptune, Commander of the Seas, 

 Thy Queen and Loving Neriades, 



That daily we adore, 

 Propitious to our pastimes be, 

 All Anglers Love thy Deity, 



And will for evermore 

 Tho" 1 we thy Fishes do decoy, 

 And therein place a supream Joy, 



With Hooks and Lines, 

 Yet we no Poachers can abide, 

 That scorn thy Majesty, beside 



And with Ignoble crimes 

 Thy subjects in unlawful Nets, 

 Destroy, and afterward abets, 

 For to deface thy Throne. 

 Rouse Mighty Monarch of the Seas, 

 And let thy trident, if thou please 



Confound them every one. 

 That so we Anglers daily may, 

 Find store of Game, and freer play, 



While with attentive eyes, 

 We mind our floating quill, for then 

 What Victims fall by Angling Men 

 We to thee Sacrifice. 



Call Hobb our Boy and you shall hear him Sing 

 A Ballet which from Town, he late did bring, 



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