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TO MY HONOURED FRIEND, 



CAPTAIN RICHARD FRANCK, 



UPON HIS 



Contrmjlatfue angler. 



I AM no fisher. 

 But a well-wisher 



To the game : 

 And as oft as I look 

 And read in your book, 



So oft I blame 



My minutes spent with frothy recreation, 

 Whilst others live aloft by contemplation. 



It's true, sometimes I read 

 In Cambden and Speed, 



And sometimes Mercator : 

 Yet in them I can't spy 

 How the scaly fry 



Floats in the water. 

 We grant those anglers were elaborate 

 To fish the world ; but you the anglers state. 



JOHN RICHARDS. 



