The
Shepherd
Piping
to
the
Fishes
.
Shepherd
seeking
with
his
Lass
,
To
shun
the
Heat
of
Day
;
Was
seated
on
the
shadow'd
Grass
,
Near
which
a
flowing
Stream
did
pass
,
And
Fish
within
it
play
.
To
Phillis
he
an
Angle
gave
,
And
bid
her
toss
the
Line
;
For
sure
,
quoth
he
,
each
Fish
must
have
,
Who
do's
not
seek
to
be
thy
Slave
,
A
harder
Heart
than
mine
.
Assemble
here
you
watry
Race
,
Transportedly
he
cries
;
And
if
,
when
you
behold
her
Face
,
You
e'er
desire
to
quit
the
Place
,
You
see
not
with
my
Eyes
.
But
you
,
perhaps
,
are
by
the
Ear
,
More
easie
to
be
caught
;
If
so
,
I
have
my
Bagpipe
here
,
The
only
Musick
that's
not
dear
,
Nor
in
great
Cities
bought
.
So
sprightly
was
the
Tune
he
chose
,
And
often
did
repeat
;
That
Phillis
,
tho'
not
up
she
rose
,
Kept
time
with
every
thrilling
Close
,
And
jigg'd
upon
her
Seat
.
But
not
a
Fish
wou'd
nearer
draw
,
No
Harmony
or
Charms
,
Their
frozen
Blood
,
it
seems
,
cou'd
thaw
,
Nor
all
they
heard
,
nor
all
they
saw
,
Cou'd
woo
them
to
such
Terms
.
The
angry
Shepherd
in
a
Pett
,
Gives
o'er
his
wheedling
Arts
,
And
from
his
Shoulder
throws
the
Net
,
Resolv'd
he
wou'd
a
Supper
get
By
Force
,
if
not
by
Parts
.
Thus
stated
Laws
are
always
best
To
rule
the
vulgar
Throng
,
Who
grow
more
Stubborn
when
Carest
,
Or
with
soft
Rhetorick
addrest
,
If
taking
Measures
wrong
.