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BE CONTENTED by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "THE FISH THAT GETS AWAY, MY BOY"
Last Line: AND FAME WILL FIND YOU YET
Subject(s): CONTENTMENT;FISH & FISHING;
THE fish that gets away, my boy,
The biggest seems to be;
Likewise upon the topmost branch
The choicest fruits we see.
And yet the fish we catch are good,
The fruit we pluck is fine,
So be contented with your lot,
'T is idle to repine.

Don't mourn the fish that gets away,
But glory in your catch;
The fruit upon the lower limb
The highest ones may match.
Waste neither time nor tears upon
The things you fail to get,
But make the most of what you have,
And fame will find you yet.



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