When Fishers sing the Puffens to their Boats
Unweening press to hear the ruder Notes;
Tho' proudly they escape th'inviting Bait,
In softer Words they find a surer Fate.
Who then will dare approach the Syrens Tongue,
Or who untouch'd can hear  Song?
Tho'  scape the Fury of her Eyes,
Her Voice o'ertakes him, and in vain he flies.