The Bait [excerpt]
(John Donne)

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks. 

There will the river whispering run
Warmed by thy eyes, more than the sun.
And there the’enamoured fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray. 

For thee, thou need’st no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait,
That fish, that is not catched thereby,
Alas, is wiser far than I. 

bait – agn
brooks – liten elv / bekk
hooks – krok
enamoured – forelsket
deceit – svik / uærlighet