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ON ANGLING 191 |
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This hungry fish saw the blue-tail'd fly fall,
Fal de ral, &c. I'll eat, says he, his body and all,
Fal de ral, &c My hungry belly you shall fill, The fly I'll eat against his will, He bit—but the hook stuck in his gill,
Fal de ral, &c.
The little man drew him on land,
Fal de ral, &c. And took this hungry fish in hand,
Fal de ral, &c-Then on a twig did him suspend, For to eat this fish he did intend, So my song, good folks, is at an end,
Fal de ral, &c. |
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O world's deceit! how are we thrall'd by thee, That dost thy gall in sweetest pleasures hide ! When most we think in happiest state to be, Then do we soonest into danger slide : Behold the fish, that even now was free, Unto the deadly hook how he is ty'd ; So vain delights allure us to the snare, Wherein un'wares we firot entangled are.
Elegie. Dn. Donne, |
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