44 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. [part i. 



Let them that list, these pastimes still pursue, 

 And on such pleasing fancies feed their fill, 



So I the Jields and meadows green may view, 

 And daily by fresh rivers walk at will, 



Among the daisies and the violets blue, 

 Red hyacinth, and yellow daffodil, 



Purple Narcissus like the morning rays 



Pale gander-grass, and azure culver-keys. 



I count it higher pleasure to behold 



The stately compass of the lofty sky, 

 And in the midst thereof, like burning gold. 



The flaming chariot of the world's great eye ; 

 The watery clouds that in the air up-roll'd, 



With sundry kinds of painted colours fly ; 

 And fair Aurora lifting up her head, 

 Still blushing, rise from old Tithonus' bed. 



The hills and mountains raised from the plains, 

 The plains extended level with the ground ; 



The grounds divided into sundry veins, 



The veins enclos'd with rivers running round ; 



These rivers making way through Nature's chains 

 With headlong course into the sea profound ; 



The raging sea, beneath the vallies low, 



Where lakes, and rills, and rivulets, do flow. 



The lofty woods, the forests wide and long, 



Adorn' d with leaves, and branches fresh and green, 



In whose cool bowers the birds with many a song 

 Do welcome with their quire the Summer's Queen ; 



