Or treacherously poor fish beset;
With strangling snares, or windowy net.
Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest,
The bedded fish in banks outwrest;
Let curious Traitors sleave silk flies,
To ’witch poor wandring fishes eyes.
For thee, thou needst no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait;
That fish that is not catch’d thereby,
Is wiser far, alas! then I.