ENGLISH POETS ON FISHING. 117 



H. Vaughan, "the Silurist," also, in 1640, sings the 

 happiness of the contented angler : — 



" On shady banks sometimes he lyes, 

 Sometimes the open current tyes. 

 Where with his hne and feathered flye 

 He sports and takes the scaly fry." 



He also wrote some charming Latin verses on a salmon 

 which he caught himself, and sent to his friend Dr. 

 Powell. 



The song, written by Dr. Donne in 1635, ^"^1 quoted by 

 Walton, is worth reproducing : — - 



" Come hve 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 whisp'ring run, 

 Warm'd by the eyes more than the sun ; 

 And there the enamel'd fish will stay 

 Begging themselves they may betray. 



"When thou wilt swim in that live bath, 

 Each fish, which every channel hath. 

 Most amorously to thee will swim, 

 Gladder to catch thee, than thou him. 



" If thou to be so seen, bcest loath 

 By sun or moon, thou dark'nest both ; 

 And if mine eyes have leave to see, 

 I need not their light, having thee. 



" Let others freeze with angling reeds. 

 And cut their legs with shells and weeds. 

 Or treacherously poor fish beset 

 With strangling snares or windowy net ; 



" Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest, 

 The bedded fish in banks outwrest ; 

 Let curious traitors sleave silk flies. 

 To 'witch poor wand'ring fishes' eyes. 



