74 A Dialogue between Piscator, 8?c. 



See with what freedom, and what Love he gave 

 His Labours, which declare him Nobly brave. 

 Some of his Fish, undrest, my friends, remains, 

 Take to your homes, and there Injoy his pains, 

 Which he esteems no labour, had I his Art, 

 I'd spare some time from Toylsome Plow and Cart. 

 Sweet is the pleasure that Mans Soul possess, 

 Where Joys create a lasting happiness. 

 Such is an Anglers, who from grief or care. 

 Curbs with discretion, thoughts that bring dispair. 

 Tho I'm no *4ngler, Anglers still I'll love, 

 For Anglers Patience comes from Mighty Jove, 



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