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64 SONGS, ETC.
For at least thirty shillings I spent,
In the hope to bring up a good dish ; But now I regret that I went,
And shall henceforth call Bleak my dear fish.
Farewell to the deep deeps of Ditton !
Farewell to the punt-man as deep ! To the coach that's so pleasant to sit on !—
The thoughts of ye all makes me weep !
J. M. Lacey.
Or haply on some river's cooling bank
Patiently musing, all intent I stood,
To hook the scaly glutton. See ! down sinks
My cork, that faithful monitor ; his weight
My taper angle bends; surpris'd, amaz'd,
He glitters in the sun, and struggling pants
For liberty, till in the pure air
He breathes no more. Such are our pleasing cares,
And sweet amusements; such each busy drudge
Envious must wish, and all the wise enjoy.