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Sioeet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, 

 A box where sweets compacted lie ; 



My music sheivs you have your closes, 



And all must die .' 



Only a sweet and virtuous soul, 



Like season d timber, never gives, 



But when the whole world turns to coal, 



Then chiefly lives ! 



Vex. I thank you, good Master, for your good 

 direction for fly-fishing, and for the sweet enjoy- 

 ment of the pleasant day, which is so far spent 

 without offence to God or man : and I thank you 

 for the sweet close of your discourse with Mr. Her- 

 bert's Verses ; who, I have heard, loved Angling : 

 and I do the rather believe it, because he had a spirit 

 suitable to Anglers, and to those primitive chris- 

 tians that you love, and have so much commended. 



Pise. Well, my loving Scholar, and I am pleased 

 to know that you are so well pleased with my di- 

 rection and discourse. 



And since you like these verses of Mr. Herbert's 

 so well, let me tell you what a reverend and learned 

 Divine that professes to imitate him, and has in- 

 deed done so most excellently, hath writ of our 

 Book of Common-Prayer : which I know you will 

 like the better, because he is a friend of mine, and 

 I am sure no enemy to Angling. 



