174 THE POEMS OF ANNE �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. �THE DECISION OF FORTUNE A Fable �Fortune well Pictured on a rolling Globe, With waving Locks, and thin transparent Robe, A Man beholding, to his Neighbour cry'd, ��� �
