2 8 The Secrets of Angling. 



And when the flouds are fall'n and past away, 

 And carried haue the dregges into the deepe, 

 And that the waters waxe more thin and gray, 

 And leaue their bankes aboue them high and steepe. 

 The milder streame of colour like to whay, 

 Within his bounds his wonted course doth keepe, 

 And that the wind South or else by-West, 

 To Angle then is time and seasons best. 



When faire Aurora rising early shewes 

 Her blushing face beyond the Easterne hils, 

 And dyes the heauenly vault with purple rewes 

 That far abroad the world with brightnes fils, 

 The Meadowes greene are hoare with siluer dewes, 

 That on the earth the sable night distills, 



And chanting birds with merry notes bewray, 

 The neere approaching of the chearefuU day. 



Then let him goe to Riuer, Brooke, or Lake, 

 That loues the sport, where store of Fish abound, 

 And through the pleasant fields his iourney make, 

 Amid'st sweet Pastures, Meadowes fresh and sound, 

 Where he may best his choice of pastime take, 

 While swift Hyperion runnes his circle round; 



And as the place shall to his liking proue, 

 There still remain e or further else remoue. 



TO KNOW EACH FISHES HAUNT. 



Now that the Ajigler may the better know- 

 Where he may finde each Fish he doth require, 

 Since some delight in waters still and slow, 

 And some doe loue the Mud and slimy mire; 

 Some others where the streame doth swifter flow, 

 Some stony ground, and grauell some desire. 



Here shall he learne how euery sort doe seeke, 

 To haunt the Layre that doth his nature like. 



