48 Hfyt <&mtttl Jfocreatiom 



In weather hot, whole sholes are found, 

 That leave the bottom, and the top surround, 

 Of silver Bleaks, whose verdant backs 

 Like Emeralds shine, or finer knacks; 

 Bleaks of a larger size then those the Thames, 



Can boast in all her Royal streams: 

 Quite different in taste, the shape is one, 

 Luxurious far beyond the Gudgeon, 

 That River Smelts, do with these Bleaks oppose, 

 Let sense direct you which of them to chose. 

 A little hook, one single hair and fly, 

 Are best on top, where Bleaks all open lie, 

 Drive with the stream, 

 And shaded be from them. 



Else soon they'll scud and hide themselves away, 

 And tedious make the pleasures of the day. 

 Which to prevent, obsconded be, and then 

 You ne'er can fail to take enough of them. 

 The prey is small, 

 But that's not all 

 An Angler should respect; 

 His ways sublime 

 Exceeding time, 

 Much further can direct. 



Bleaks greedy are, 

 And to the flys declare 

 A hatred ends in mortal strife, 



Which 



