I.

Some , by the bending reed's slow aid,
May boast th' unwary fish betray'd:
Others may sinny shoals beset,
And sweep 'em, with the treach'rous net .

II.

But, why shou'd Sylvia use deceit ,
Who is, herself , her own best bait?
Step but, undress'd , within the brook ,
And smile at every needless hook.

III.

Each willing fish will, round thee, swim ,
Gladder to catch thee , than thou him .
Or, if one fish, uncaught , goes by
That fish, is wiser, far , than I!