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In such preposterous way, 

 I never knew before, and Heaven grant I never 



may. 



I won't relate the several ways they're ta'ne, 

 By bobbing or by Pots, that's vain, 

 But to my Theme of Angling keep, 

 In Rivers or in Ponds that's deep, 

 Nor shall the sundry ways disturb my sleep. 

 Tho by the River many a Night have I 

 Spent in Contemplating Heaven, and the Starry 



Cannopy, 



And with the patience of an Am'rous Maid, 

 For my expected Joy I silent stay'd, 

 Down at the bottom there he constant lies, 

 ? Mong Mud and Flags and Roots of rotten Trees : 

 Or at the sluces where the waters fall, 

 Which stop't, o'erflow the Bancks and Meads, 



and all 



The Neighbouring grounds below, 

 If there he's mist then to the Bridges go. 



And near the posts that prop them up, 

 His usual time is late at Night to sup, 

 On what the stream into his way conveys, 

 For Fishes dead become his constant preys ; 

 The darkest Nights, if those you chuse, 

 And such kind Angler, ne'er refuse, 



With 



