It is by glancing in his Eyes,
The Sun-shine Rays which draws him nigh:
It is by, &c.
Charm'd with Reflections from the Glase,
He flies with eager hasty speed;
Ceasing the Musick of his Lays,
Into the Nets the Fowler spread.
So when Clemelia would obtain,
The Prey her Fancy most desires;
She spreads her Dress like Nets in vain,