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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."
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