"Not much," quoth he," but what I have, Beyond dispute, is fair gain; With notes to shave, I've caught a knave, A miser with a bargain. To catch a needy beau, I took A would-be belle found on my hook I caught a Congressman, by dint A Lawyer, on promotion bent, These lawyers, are, though oft you wish (No thanks for❜t) Satan had 'em, The most unprofitable fish Of all the sons of Adam. I caught a Surgeon with a high An office hunter with a lie, Well seasoned for election. "What fish bite sharpest, Pug?" says I "Why, as to that," quoth he, "I find not many very shy, Of high or low degree. "Your toper bites well at a cork, Your old man likes a parchment, when Where yet there's nothing written! 256 Some shy ones play about the line, There's few indeed of small or great, (Or I am much mistaken) But may, by some peculiar bait, Be tempted, and then taken. But there is one of all the rest, Delaware Watchman. TO MISS. I WILL not say thy lip so sweet, Like morning's crimson blossom glows, I will not say thy blue eyes seem I will not say, thy breast so fair, No! while I gaze on all thy charms, And catch sweet madness from thine eye, My breast shall beat with wild alarms, And oft shall fancy think the while, Let's laugh at the fools, And at us good-fellows repine. Here, here are delights, To amuse the dull nights, And equal a man with a god; To enliven the clay, Drive all care away, Without it a man's but a clod. Then let us be willing To spend t'other shilling, For money we know is but dirt; It suits no design, Like paying for wine, T'other bottle will do us no hurt. UPON HIS MISTRESS DANCING. By James Shirly, 1646. I STOOD, and saw my mistress dance, By one that knew I was in love, I could not but impart So nimbly with a marble heart. SONG BY MRS. OPIE. I'VE roam'd through many a weary round, Pleasure in ev'ry clime I found, While glory sighs for other spheres, |