“Yes, master, I will speak you a coppie of verses that were made by Doctor Donne, and made to shew the world that he could make soft and smooth verses, when he thought them fit and worth his labour; and I love them the better, because they allude to rivers and fish, and fishing. They bee these:—”
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove,
Of golden sands, and Christal brooks,
With silken lines and silver hooks,
There will the River wispering run,
Warm’d by thy eyes more then the Sun;
And there th’ inamel’d fish wil stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.