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242 SONGS, ETC.
Upon the Exchange, 'twixt twelve and one,
Meets many a neat entangler ; 'Mongst merchantmen, not one in ten,
But what's a cunning angler. For, like the fishes in the brook,
Brother doth swallow brother ; There's a golden bait^hangs at the hook,
And they fish for one another.
A shopkeeper, I next prefer,
He's a formal man in black, sir, He throws his angle everywhere,
And cries, what is't ye lack, sir ? Fine silks or stuffs, cravats or cuffs :
But if a courtier prove the entangler, My citizen must look to it then,
Or the fish will catch the angler.
But if you'll trowl for a scrivener's soul,
Cast in a rich young gallant; To take a courtier by the poll,
Throw in a golden talent. But yet I fear, the draught will ne'er
Compound for half the charge on't; But if you'll catch the devil at stretch,
You must bait him with a sergeant-