70 A Dialogue between 



Propitious Bacchus, great Inventer of the Vine, 

 This Rummer's to thy health, and to the sisters Nine. 

 Immortal lays attend them, and the Lawrel thee, 

 For Love and Wine gives life to Poetry. 



SONG. 



Piscator. ^TM^ Hen first the Harbinger to day, 



TelVs Sol's approaching, and a ray 



Darts from the shining East. 

 Then from my Bed, I hasty fly ; 

 No fish will come a sluggard nigh, 



By twenty foot at least. 

 My Tools got ready over Night, 

 I know the hours when they will bite, 



And when they won't be free. 

 Loose not the most expected prime, 

 But take the most convenient time 



When Storms and Clouds none be. 

 When boisterous Winds in Caves are pent, 

 Zephyrus breezes only vent, 



Then I begin to Tro ill, 

 For hasty Pike, or greedy Jack, 

 Of which I seldom use to lack, 



And Love them with my Soul. 

 Sol, if his Morning Beams prove fair, 

 With Glorious Skys, serene the Air, 



To Angling then I go, 



For Trout, or Pearch,/0r Roach, or Bleak, 

 Bui Chubs / seldom use to seek, 



And for some reasons know. 



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