226 MORALS, MANNERS, ETC. 



False friends to eels we may compare, 



The roach resembles true ones, 

 Like gold fish we find old ones rare, 



Plenty as herrings, new ones. 



Like fish then mortals are a trade, 



And trapt, and sold, and bought, 

 The old wife and the tender maid 



Are both by tickling caught. 

 Indeed the fair are caught, 'tis said, 



If you but throw the line in, 

 With maggots, flies, or something red, 



Or any thing that's shining, 

 With small fish you must lie in wait 



For those of high condition, 

 But 'tis alone a golden bait 



Can catch a learned physician." 



" SONG, SUNG BY HARLEY, AT DRURY-LANE THEATRE, 

 IN THE FISHERMAN'S HUT. 



Written by the late J. Tobin, Esq. 



Most fish that inhabit the sea, 



With my net I can take now and then, 

 Yet how much more skilful is he 



Who can thrive as a fisher of men ; 

 For tho' some are simple as dace, 



And greedy as.gudgeons a few, 

 Yet I fancy that is not the case 



With a lawyer, a maid, or a Jew. 



