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himself on the surface of the calmes, dead to ap- 

 prehension ; save only I want credit to believe 

 him dead, when calling to mind my former fa- 

 tal precipitancy, that invited me to a loss ; and 

 so may this adventure prove, if I look not well 

 about me, to land and strand him on that shelf 

 of sand, where I resolve, with my rod, to survey 

 his dimensions. Then have at all, or it may be 

 nothing ; however, it succeeds well, for I'me in- 

 sured of a victory. Welcome a shore, my lan- 

 guishing combitant, if only to entertain our 

 friend Arnoldus. 



I am fast again, or have hold of another fish ; 

 but I'le undermine his design by an old strata- 

 gem : for now I have got the way of catching 

 them, I only want the knack of cookery to dress 

 them. The exercise of angling obliges me to 

 love the art ; and I see it's good to hearken to 

 counsel ; for, had I neglected that, -I had run 

 retrograde to reason, so lost my reward. But 

 this fish I fancy is not so resolute as the former ; 

 this yields himself captive upon slight summons, 

 so dies by the law and force of artillery. My 

 hook I perceive has divested him of power ; and 

 I shall deny him capitulation for life, who must 

 also change elements with his late predecessor, 

 or I'le lose all I have to compass my design. I 

 fancy I have hold of another fish ; if so, I shall 

 want arguments to express the sweets of this 



