In gentle Numbers first he seems to go, 

 But with united forces will overflow 



His bounds, 

 And all the Neighbouring grounds, 



That lye below. 

 Old Crockham Street* where first he makes his 



way, 



To view Sol's Glory and his brighter ray, 

 The Joyful Issue of approaching day, 



He runs not far before he meets, 

 Fair Squrries Nymphs and kindly greets; 

 Three Sister Ponds well stor'd with fry, 

 The Eternal bounties of the sky, 

 Encreasing more with stronger force, 

 To Westerham Town he bends his course, 



Then visits Valence stony ground, 

 And in Meanders hurls himself quite round 



To Sraisteed. 



At Sundridg pent in narrower room, 

 He gets more strength at length to roam. 



To Cheapsteed. 



Where first begins the sporting prize, 

 Angler beware, for he's precise, 

 And knows his time to sink or rise : 

 If weather's fair and sultrey hot, 

 Your labour's vain and nothing to be got, 



* At Mr. Tollers. Unless 



