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The Proverb is forgot, no Anglers ought to swear, 

 The least of Oaths the Fishes soon will scare, 

 And Imprecations too make them the bait forbear, 

 But I forget my Theam, my Angling forthePearcA, 

 And slight the Gudgeon, Chub, the Bream and 



Roach: 



Supply s the stream with new recruits each hour; 

 For there's such plenty, Heavens Eternal Power, 

 For every Evening all the Summer long, 

 I don't remember I went empty home, 

 And still spent but few hours at a time, 

 From Three, till Six, I found the only prime, 

 For iii that Summer, a Thousand Pearch, and 



more; 

 I had destroy'd, and might as many more ; 



All with a Hook and Line, 

 I us'd no Poaching way, 

 .Nor any thing that was unjust the Fishes to 



decoy; 



Besides good store of Roach, and some of Bream, 

 And other Fish inhabit in the stream, 



But still the Pearch was best, 

 And always him I sought most to molest. 

 When Rustick People they have any time, 



To Fishing streight they go, 

 And hardly either Sup or Dine, 



Without a brace or two. 



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