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| Come liue wth me and be my love, [f. 76v] |
| And we will some new pleasures prove |
| Of golden sands, and Christall brooks |
| Wth silken lines, and silver hookes.| |
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| There will the river whispering runne |
| Warmd by thy eyes, more then the sunne |
| And there the enamourd fish will stay |
| Begging themselves they may betray; |
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| When thou wilt swimme* in yt liue bath |
| Each fish wth every channell hath |
| Will amorously to thee swimme |
| Gladder to katch thee, then thou him. |
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| If thou to be so seene beest loath |
| By Sunne or Moone, thou darknest both |
| And if my self haue leaue to see |
| I need not their light having thee.| |
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| Lett others freeze with angling reeds |
| And cutt their leggs, wth shells and weeds |
| Or trecherously poore fish besett |
| Wth strangling snare, or windowy nett; |
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| Lett course hold* hands, from slymy nest |
| The bedded fish in bancks outwrest |
| Or Curious Traytors, Sleaue-silke flies |
| Bewitch poore fishes wandring eyes.|
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