Let man shun Mansion House, and Lord Mayor's search;
He, like an eagle, sits, with savage stare,
Defying all the world to touch—his perch!
MORAL.
Fishers! forego your line for three months' length,
And fence, don't fish, in fence months now; for mind,
Tho' every week the Mayor put out his strength,
If there you are not found you are not fined!
Taking to their Eels. "The Bailiffs are coming, Oh dear! oh dear!"