You Grecians are a cunning folk; you set
The others all to spinning, and you weave,
And lo, a net wherein no piece of cordage
Belongs to you, yet the whole thing’s your own!
How easy ’twere to tighten, and how swift
The wide world clutched in capture if the arm
The fisher stretched were but a little stronger,
The arm that should control! But there’s the rub!
You have no trick to lure the nervy tendons
From out our bodies, so with artful seeming