text: And if I did, what then?
  Are you aggrievd 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 poppd 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.