THE THIRD BOOK. 



|OW fals it out in order to declare, 

 What time is best to Angle in aright ; 

 And when the chiefe and fittest seasons are 

 Wherein the fish are most dispos'd to bite, 

 What winde doth make, and which againe doth marre, 

 The Anglers sport, wherein he takes delight, 



And how he may with pleasure best aspire, 

 Vnto the wished end of his desire. 



For there are times in which they will not bite. 

 But doe forbeare and from their foode refraine, 

 And dayes there are wherein they more delight 

 To labour for the same and bite amaine ; 

 So, he that can those seasons finde aright 

 Shall not repent his trauell spent in vaine, 



To walke a mile or two amidst the fields, 

 Reaping the fruit this harmlesse pleasure yeelds. 



And as a ship in safe and quiet roade 

 Vnder some hill or harbour doth abide, 

 With all her fraight, her tackling, and her load, 

 Attending still the winde and wished tide, 

 Which when it serties, no longer makes aboad, 

 But forth into the watry deepe doth slide, 



And through the waues diuides her fairest way 

 Vnto the place where she intends to stay. 



