George Gancoigne... |
And if I did what then? Are you aggriev'd therefore? The sea hath fish for every man, And what would you have more? |
Thus did my Mistress once, Amaze my mind with doubt: And popt a question for the nonce, To beat my brains about. |
Whereto I thus replied, Each fisherman can wish, That all the sea at every tide, Were his alone to fish. |
And so did I (in vain), But since it may not be: Let such fish there as find the gain, And leave the loss for me. |
And when they stick on sands, That every man may see: Then will I laugh and clap my hands, As they do now at me. |
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