Men-Miracles With other Poemes. By M. LL. St [i.e.Martin Lluelyn] |
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Song.
You
that fish for Dace and Roches,
Carpes or Tenches, Bonus noches,
Thou wast borne betweene two dishes,
When the Friday signe was Fishes.
Anglers yeares are made and spent,
All in Ember weekes and Lent.
Carpes or Tenches, Bonus noches,
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When the Friday signe was Fishes.
Anglers yeares are made and spent,
All in Ember weekes and Lent.
Breake thy Rod about thy Noddle,
Through thy wormes and flies by the Pottle,
Keepe thy Corke to stoppe thy Bottle,
Make straight thy hooke, and be not afeard,
To shave his Beard,
That in case of starred stitches,
Hooke and Line may mend thy Breeches.
Through thy wormes and flies by the Pottle,
Keepe thy Corke to stoppe thy Bottle,
Make straight thy hooke, and be not afeard,
To shave his Beard,
That in case of starred stitches,
Hooke and Line may mend thy Breeches.
He that searches Pooles and Dukes,
Halters Jackes, and strangles Pikes,
Let him know, though he thinke he wise is,
Tis not a sport but an Assizes.
Fish so tooke, were the case disputed,
Are not tooke, but executed.
Halters Jackes, and strangles Pikes,
Let him know, though he thinke he wise is,
Tis not a sport but an Assizes.
Fish so tooke, were the case disputed,
Are not tooke, but executed.
Breake thy Rod, &c.
You whose Pastes fox Rivers throat,
And make Isis pay her Groat,
That from May to parcht October,
Scarce a Minew can sleepe sober.
Be your Fish in Oven thrust,
And your owne Red-Paste the crust.
And make Isis pay her Groat,
That from May to parcht October,
Scarce a Minew can sleepe sober.
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And your owne Red-Paste the crust.
Breake thy Rod, &c.
Hookes and Lines of larger sizes,
Such as the Tyrant that troules devises,
Fishes nere, beleive his Fable,
What he cals a Line is a Cable.
That's a Knave of endlesse Rancor,
Who for a Hooke doth cast in an Anchor.
Such as the Tyrant that troules devises,
Fishes nere, beleive his Fable,
What he cals a Line is a Cable.
That's a Knave of endlesse Rancor,
Who for a Hooke doth cast in an Anchor.
Breake thy Rod, &c.
But of all men he is the Cheater,
Who with small fish takes up the Greater,
He makes Carpes without all dudgen
Make a Jonas of a Gudgen.
Cruell man that slayes on Gravell
Fish that Great with Fish doth Travell.
Who with small fish takes up the Greater,
He makes Carpes without all dudgen
Make a Jonas of a Gudgen.
Cruell man that slayes on Gravell
Fish that Great with Fish doth Travell.
Breake thy Rod, &c.
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