<*tntttl -itontation* 29 



With Line that's strong, and strong your Rod, 

 You'll hardly miss his dark abode, 

 For Night's his everlasting time, 

 From ten o twelve the only prime. 

 Try first your worm if that wont do, 

 A Pickle Herring soon will bring him too, 

 Or little Fish, in them he'll much delight, 

 And swallow all and hardly ever bite 

 Amiss when hung, ne'er stand to give him play, 

 For much he'll strive your Line for to convey, 

 Among such stubs or roots in Rivers be, 

 Then Angler you are lost by your simplicity, 



Which to prevent and so prevail, 

 Rear up his head and Pendant be his Tail, 



Else he like Boys within a hoop, 

 In Thousand Gambol's will directly shoot, 

 Spite of your Teeth he'll brake your strand or line, 

 And rend his throat in pieces at that time. 

 So slipery he'll glide between your hands and be, 

 Like Gigas ring, Invisible and free; 

 But rowl him on the sand his strength is gone, 

 And justly then you call him may your own. 



More ways I yet could show, 

 How Eeles are taken which full well I know, 

 But I'll forbear, and only now relate, 

 How they are taken without a line or bait; 



No 



