| | | Come live with me, and be my love, |
| | | And we will some new pleasures prove |
| | | Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, |
| | | With silken lines, and silver hooks. |
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| 5 | | There will the river whispering run |
| | | Warmed by thy eyes more than the sun. |
| | | And there th’ inamoured fish will stay, |
| | | Begging themselves they may betray. |
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| | | When thou wilt swim in that live bath, |
| 10 | | Each fish, which every channel hath, |
| | | Will amorously to thee swim, |
| | | Gladder to catch thee, than thou him. |
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| | | If thou, to be so seen, beest loth, |
| | | By sun or moon, thou darknest both, |
| 15 | | And if myself have leave to see, |
| | | I need not their light having thee. |
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| | | Let others freeze with angling reeds, |
| | | And cut their legs with shells and weeds, |
| | | Or treacherously poor fish beset, |
| 20 | | With strangling snare, or windowy net. |
| | | Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest |
| | | The bedded fish in banks out-wrest, |
| | | Or curious traitors, sleavesilk flies, |
| | | Bewitch poor fishes’ wand’ring eyes. |
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| 25 | | For thee, thou need’st no such deceit, |
| | | For thou thyself art thine own bait; |
| | | That fish, that is not catched thereby, |
| | | Alas, is wiser far than I. |
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Contributed by Robert Clark.
