Would she be won with Me to stay,
My Waters should bring from the Sea
The Coral red, as Tribute due,
And roundest Pearls of orient Hue:
Or, in the richer Veins of Ground,
Should seek for her the Diamond.
And whereas now unto my Spring,
They nothing else but Gravel bring;
They should within a Mine of Gold,
In piercing Manner long Time hold,
And having it to Dust well wrought,
By them it hither should be brought;
With which l'll pave and over-spread,
My Bottom, where her Foot shall tread.

The best of Fishes in my Flood
Shall give themselves to be her Food;
The Trout , the Dace , the Pike , the Bream ,
The Eel , that loves the troubled Stream.
The Miller's-Thumb , the hiding Loach ,
The Perch , the ever-nibling Roach ,
The Shoates , with whom is Tavy fraught
The foolish Gudgeon quickly caught.
And last the little Minnow -Fish,
Whose chief Delight in Gravel is.