102 THE COMPLETE ANGLER 



So the cold humour breeds the salamander, 

 Who, in effect, like to her birth's commander, 

 With child with hundred winters, with her touch 

 Quencheth the fire, though glowing ne'er so much. 



So in the fire, in burning furnace, springs 

 The fly Perausta, with the flaming wings ; 

 Without the fire it dies, in it it joys, 

 Living in that which all things else destroys. 



So slow Bootes underneath him sees, 

 In th' icy islands, goslings hatch'd of trees, 

 Whose fruitful leaves, falling into the water, 

 Are turn'd, 'tis known, to living fowls soon after. 



So rotten planks of broken ships do change 

 To barnacles. O transformation strange I 

 'Twas first a green tree, then a broken hull, 

 Lately a mushroom, now a flying gull. 



VEN. my good master, this morning-walk has been 

 spent to my great pleasure and wonder : but I pray, when 

 shall I have your direction how to make artificial flies, like 

 to those that the trout loves best, and also how to use 

 them? 



Pise. My honest scholar, it is now past five of the clock, 

 we will fish .till nine, and then go to breakfast. Go you to 

 yon sycamore-tree and hide your bottle of drink under the 

 hollow root of it ; for about that time, and in that place, 

 we will make a brave breakfast with a piece of powdered 

 beef, and a radish or two that I have in my fish-bag ; we 

 shall, I warrant you, make a good, honest, wholesome, 

 hungry breakfast, and I will then give you direction for 

 the making and using of your flies : and in the meantime, 

 there is your rod and line, and my advice is, that you 

 fish as you see me do, and let's try which can catch the 

 first fish. 



VEN. I thank you, master, I will observe and practise 

 your direction as far as I am able. 



