“Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive, And finds that by his strength but vainly he doth strive; His tail takes in his teeth, and bending like a bow, That's to the compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw: Then springing at his height, as doth a little wand, That, bended end to end, and flerted from the hand, Far off itself doth cast. so does the salmon vaut. And if at first he fail, his second sommersault He instantly assays and from his nimble ring, Still yarking never leaves, Until himself he fling Above the streamful top of the surrounded heap.”
Quote by Michael Drayton
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Michael Drayton
Michael Drayton was an English poet, born in 1563 and died on December 23, 1631. His poetry works were extensive, including epic, lyric, and satirical poems, and he was a representative figure of the Elizabethan era and the reign of James I. more
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