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IV. 



In Surry Rises there, 

 A branch of Medway, where 

 Store of all sorts of Fish do breed, 

 To serve for Pleasure and for need, 

 Well stor'd with Game the Rivers be, 

 Could they from poaching be kept free : 

 Once Angling at the Rivers side, 



Observing how the stream 

 In gentle motions then did slide, 

 With eager haste to meet his bride, 



And makes his Joys supream ; 

 By chance I spy'd a Rustick Clown,* 

 A hailing something up and down, 

 To him I streight repair, 

 And ask'd his business there. 

 He told me Fishing for an hour or two, 

 .Lord, how amaz'd was I to see him go, 

 A bush pul'd frem the hedg, his Angling rod 

 No top, but like a staff with which Men plod, 

 When driving home full udders to the pail, 

 Heaven bless me when such tackling can prevail: 



* Jar vice Hills. 



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