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By breaking of his Line, 

 Yet he'll not Curse nor Swear, 

 Like those in passion are: 

 But wait a more Auspicious time. 

 For to retrive the fleeting prey he lost, 

 And that retaken Glory of the most. 



III. 



Now with the Tyrant of the Silver stream, 



I first, kind Maro, will begin my Angling Theme, 



And leave the Sallmon since our streams afford, 



No Habitation for that mighty Lord. 



I nothing know, nor nothing say of him, 



So leave him to his Pleasure where he'll swim, 



But for the Pike my chiefest love, my care, 



No pains, no cost, I willingly would spare, 



For his voracious Appetite; 

 Enkindles fervour to a fresh delight. 

 When fair Aurora, leaves her dark Cavern, 

 And Sol's uprising first I can discern, 

 Shaking the moisture from his dew'y locks, 

 To set a Lusture on a Thousand Lady Smocks. 

 Enameling the Medows fair and bright, 

 But just reliv'd from the terrours of the night, 

 I march along, and with a dainty taper Pole 

 Of nine foot long or more I make my troul, 



With 



