Hid in the Slime the  of Form uncouth
(That Fish is all one vast extended Mouth)
Her tender Body wraps, on Prey intent,
And silent there concerts the great Event.
What softer Skin, and slower Pace deny,
Wise Foresight and successful Frauds supply.
Within her Jaws a fleshy Fibre lies,
Whose Whiteness, grateful Scent, and Worm-like Size
Attract the Shoals, and charm their longing Eyes.
She to allure oft shakes the tempting Bait;
They eager press, and hurry on their Fate.
But as they near approach, with subtle Art
The wily  contracts th' inviting Part;
Till giddy Numbers thus decoy'd she draws
Within the Circle of her widen'd Jaws.