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What'er the ills of life, It chassed them away,
Nor ruffl'd long the brow, Of honest Robin Grey.
Let anglers, then, rejoice,
At such a cheerful creed ; And take the rod and line
When'ere they are in need ; And let them prove a balm,
From Spring, to life's decay. And an example take,
Prom honest Robin Grey.
TWO OF A TRADE.
A fisherman one morn display'd
Upon the Steine his net ; Corinna could not promenade,
And 'gan to fume and fret.
The fisher cried, give o'er the spleen,
We both are in one line ; You spread your net upon the Steine,
Why may not I spread mine ?
Two of a trade can ne'er agree, 'Tis that which makes you sore ;
1 fish for flat fish in the sea, And you upon the shore.