And if I did what then?

And if I did what then?
Are you agreev’d therefore?
The Sea hath fishe for every man
And what would you have more?

 Thus did my Mistresse once
Amaze my mind with doubt:
 And popt a question for the nonce,
 To beat my braynes about.

 Whereto I thus replied,
 Eche fisherman can wishe,
That all the Sea at every tyde,
 Were his alone to fishe.

And so did I (in vaine),
 But since it may not be:
 Let such fishe there as find the gaine,
And leave the losse for me.

 And with such lucke and losse,
 I will content my selfe:
 Till tydes of turning time may tosse,
 Such fishers on the shelfe.

 And when they sticke on sands,
That every man may see:
 Then will I laugh and clappe my hands,
 As they do now at mee.

 George Gascoigne