The Sec yets of Angling. 43 



O worlds deceit ! how arc we thrald by thee, 

 Thou dost thy gall in sweetest pleasures hide ? 

 When most we thinke in happiest state to be, 

 Then doe we soonest into danger slide, 

 Behold the Fish that euen now was free. 

 Vnto the deadly hooke how he is tide, 



So vainc delights alure vs to the snare, 



Wherein vnwares we fast intangled are. 



FOR THE CARPE. 



Bvt now againe see where another stands, 



And straines his rod that double seemes to bend, 



Loe how he leades and guides him with his hands, 



Least that his line should breake or Angle rend, 



Then with a Net see how at last he lands, 



A mighty Carpe and has him in the end, 



So large he is of body, scale, and bone, 

 That rod and all had like to haue beene gone. 



Marke what a line he hath, well made and strong, 

 Of Buccphall, or Bayards strongest hayre, 

 Twisted with greene or watched silke among, 

 Like hardest twine, that holds th' intangled Deare, 

 Not any force of Fish will doe it wrong, 

 In Tync, or Trent, or Titanic he needes not feare : 

 The knots of euery lincke are knit so sure, 

 That many a plucke and pull they may inclure. 



His corke is large, made handsome, smooth, and fine, 



The leads according, close and fit, thereto, 



A good round hooke set on with silken twine, 



That will not slip nor easily vndoe : 



His bait great wormes that long in mosse haue bin, 



Which by his side he beareth in a shooe. 



Or paste wherewith he feedes him oft before. 



That at the bottom lyes a foote or more. 



