As couthful fishers at the benty brook,
By various arts assot the seely fry,
Now wriggling worms, now paste conceals the hook,
And now they hide it with a colour'd fly;
This takes the perch, and that the tench's eye;
So different nymphs a diff'rent charm invites,
Some yield for vantage, some for vanity,
A song this one, a daunce that maid delights:
Man throws the wimble bait, and greedy woman bites.