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When thou wilt swim in that live bath, |
Each fish, which every channel hath, |
Will amorously to thee swim, |
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him. |
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If thou, to be so seen, beest loth, |
By Sun, or Moon, thou darknest both; |
And if my self have leave to see, |
I need not their light, having thee. |
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Let others freez with angling reeds, |
And cut their legs, with shells and weeds, |
Or treacherously poor fish beset, |
With strangling snare, or winding net. |
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Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest |
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest, |
Or curious traitors, sleave silk flies |
Bewitch poor fishes wandring eyes. |
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For thee, thou needest no such deceit. |
For thou thy self art thine own bait, |
That fish, that is not catch'd thereby, |
Alas, is wiser far than I. |
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The Apparition. |
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When by thy scorn, O murdress, I am dead, |
And thou shalt think thee free |
Of all solicitation from me, |
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed, |
And thee fain'd Vestal in worse armes shall see;
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[CW: Then] |