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excellent divine, and an excellent angl&r ; and the 

 author of excellent Piscatory Eclogues, in which you 

 shall see the picture of this good man's mind : and I 

 wish mine to be like it. 



No empty hopes, no courtly fears him fright ; 

 No begging wants his middle fortune bite : 

 But sweet content exiles both misery and spite. 



His certain life, that never can deceive him, 

 Is full of thousand sweets, and rich content ; 



The smooth-leav'd beeches in the field receive him, 

 With coolest shade, Lll noon-tide's heat be spent. 



His life is neither tost in boisterous seas, 



Or the vexatious world, or lost in slothful ease ; 

 Pleas'd and full blest he lives, when he his God can please. 



His bed, more safe than soft, yields quiet sleeps, 

 While by his side his faithful spouse has place ; 

 His little son into his bosom creeps, 



The lively picture of his father's face. 

 His humble house or poor state ne'er torment him ; 

 Less he could like, if less his God had lent him ; 

 And when he dies, green lurfs do for a tomb content him. 



Gentlemen, these foere a part of the thoughts that 

 then possessed me. And I there made a conversion 

 of a piece of an old catch, and added more to it, 

 fitting them to be sung by us anglers. Come, 

 Master, you can sing well: you must sing a part 

 of it, as it is in this paper. 



Man's life is but vain ; for 'tis subject to pain, 



And sorrow, and short as a bubble ; 

 'Tis a hodge-podge of business, and money, and care, 



And care, and money, and trouble. 



But we'll take no care when the weather proves fair ; 



Nor will we vex now though it rain ; 

 We'll banish all sorrow, and sing till to-morrow, 



And angle, and angle again. 



PETER. I marry, Sir, this is musick indeed ; this 

 has cheer'd my heart, and made me remember six 

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