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And silent search o'r Stones and Clay, 

 Which way the stream conducts me in my play: 

 A well scour'd Lobworm now I only use, 

 Which eager Trout s but seldom will refuse, 

 But use no flote to tell you when they bite, 

 The very thoughts of such a thing will fright 



The wary Trout, 

 Yet I'll resolve the doubt, 

 How by a certain way, 



He'll yield himself and so become your prey : 

 Let lead sufficient but your worm to sink, 

 Drive gently with the stream I'th midle or the brink , 

 Close on the ground no stops or stay, 

 To hinder all and spoil your play ; 

 But with a steady hand your Rod and Line so keep, 

 That nothing but the ground your bait should sweep. 

 For if the Line upon the surface lies, 

 The Angler with his Tools is little wise; 



He'll miss his prey, 

 Thro' his uncertain way, 

 The Trout is still so shie. 

 He Angle may, 

 Ten hours a day, 

 And never make one dye : 

 If once you feel him bite, 

 At Morning or at Night, 



With 



