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Only this 

 Lawful is ; 

 For our skill 

 Breeds no ill, 

 But content and pleasure. 



In a morning up we rise, 

 Ere Aurora's peeping : 

 Drink a cup to wash our eyes, 

 Leave the sluggard sleeping : 



Then we go 



To and fro, 



With our knacks 



At our backs, 



To such streams 



As the Thames, 

 If we have the leisure. 



mien we please to walk abroad 

 For our recreation, 

 In the fields is our abode, 

 Full of delectation : 



Where in a brook 



With a hook, 



Or a lake, 



Fish we take ; 



There we sit, 



For a bit, 

 Till we fish entangle. 



