Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 3, 6

The cruell Nero usde on golden hooke
The harmlesse fish to catch with sugred baite:
So, curteous Love, fishing me quickly tooke,
Whilst he with daintie pray for me did waite:
Yet farre more fortunate am I in this,
For whereas Neroes hookes most sharpe did kill,
The other hookes revive the taken fish,
Whilst they doo hold him gently by the gyll.
But hooks they are none, for hooks they are too faire,
Two golden tresses be they of fine haire.
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