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- COME live with mee, and bee my love,
- And wee will some new pleasures prove
- Of golden sands, and christall brookes:
- With silken lines, and silver hookes.
- There will the river whispering runne
- Warm'd by thy eyes, more then the Sunne.
- And there the'inamor'd fish will stay,
- Begging themselves they may betray.
- When thou wilt swimme in that live bath,
- Each fish, which every channell hath,
- Will amorously to thee swimme,
- Gladder to catch thee, then thou him.
- If thou, to be so seene, beest loath,
- By Sunne, or Moone, thou darknest both,
- And if my selfe have leave to see,
- I need not their light, having thee.
- Let others freeze with angling reeds,
- And cut their legges, with shells and weeds,
- Or treacherously poore fish beset,
- With strangling snare, or windowie net:
- Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest
- The bedded fish in banks out-wrest,
- Or curious traitors, sleavesilke flies
- Bewitch poore fishes wandring eyes.
- For thee, thou needst no such deceit,
- For thou thy selfe art thine owne bait;
- That fish, that is not chatch'd thereby,
- Alas, is wiser farre then I.
- John Donne
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