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So neat and crafty is that line, 

 Go near it and you're undone, 

 It had been well for me and mine, 

 If he had ne'er left London. 



List, &c. 



8. 



For twenty years or more, 



(I wish old Nick had claim'd him,) 



Those specks he's always wore, 



So spectacles we named him. 



The slaughter that I've seen him make 



Among each finny neighbour, 



'Twould make the stoutest of us quake 



To see how he did labour. 



List, &c. 



9. 



Unperceived the Anglers chang'd 

 Their rods, their swims, and places ; 

 Their baits are fresh arranged, 

 Which altered much their cases. 

 Kate thought full surely all was right, 

 But fate that day had book'd her, 

 She bit, that bite was her last bite, 

 For old spectacles had hook'd her. 

 List, &c. 

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