220 IZAAK WALTON AND HIS FRIENDS 



The Boxes and Books 



For your Lines and your Hooks, 



And, though not for strict need notwithstanding, 



Your Scissors, and your Hone 



To adjust your points on, 



With a Net to be sure for your landing. 



All these being on, 



'Tis high time we were gone, 



Down, and upward, that all may have pleasure ; 



Till, here meeting at night, 



We shall have the delight 



To discourse of our Fortunes at leisure. 



The day's not too bright, 



And the wind hits us right, 



And all Nature does seem to invite us ; 



We have all things at will 



For to second our skill, 



As they all did conspire to delight us. 



Or stream now, or still, 



A large Panier will fill 



Trout and Grailing to rise are so willing ; 



I dare venture to say 



'Twill be a bloudy day, 



And we all shall be weary of killing. 



Away then, away, 



We loose sport by delay, 



