George Gascoigne (Джордж Гаскойн)

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"And if I did, what then?
Are you aggriev'd therefore?
The sea hath fish for every man,
And what would you have more?"
Thus did my mistress once,
Amaze my mind with doubt;
And popp'd a question for the nonce
To beat my brains about.
Whereto I thus replied:
"Each fisherman can wish
That all the seas at every tide
Were his alone to fish.
"And so did I (in vain)
But since it may not be,
Let such fish there as find the gain,
And leave the loss for me.
"And with such luck and loss
I will content myself,
Till tides of turning time may toss
Such fishers on the shelf.
"And when they stick on sands,
That every man may see,
Then will I laugh and clap my hands,
As they do now at me."

1. Amid My Bale I Bathe in Bliss
2. Sonnet 4. To prink me up
3. The Green Knight's Farewell to Fancy
4. The Steel Glass
5. Praise of the Fair Bridges, afterwards Lady Sandes, on Her Having a Scar in Her Forehead

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