The favorite Fishing Duel

Thus for men the women fair Lay the cunning, cunning snare; While like fish the men will rove, And with beauty fall in love. What is beauty but a bait, Oft' repented when too late.

If too late you seize the prize, Now display'd before the eyes, How you'll rue when all is past, Hymen's hook which holds you fast, Ere you marry then beware, 'Tis a blessing or a snare.