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Come liue with mee, and bee my loue And wee shall some new pleasures proue, Of golden sands, and cristall brookes With silken lines, and siluer hookes Then will the Riuer whispering run Warmd by thy eies, more then the Svn, And there the inamourd fish will staie, Begging, them selues they may bee traie When thou wilt swim in that liue Bath Each fish which every channell hath Will amoruslye to thee swime, Gladder to catch thee then thou him. If thou to bee soe seene beest loth By Sun or Moone, thou darkenest both And if my Hart haue leaue to see I need not their light hauinge thee. Lett others freeze with Anglinge reedes And cutt their leggs with shells, and weedes. Or trecherously poore fish besett With strangling snare or windowy nett Lett course bold hand from slymie nest The Bedded fish in banks owtwrest Or curious Traitors sleaue silke flies Bewitch poore fishes wandringe eyes: For thee thou needst no such deceite For thou thy selfe art thine owne bayte That fish that is not caught there by, Alass is wiser farr then I.| [CW: Good] |
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