56 The Secrets of singling: 



SEASON AND TIME NOT TO ANGLE. 



First, if the weather be ;to dry and hot, 

 And scalds with scorching heate the lowly plaine, 

 As if that youthfull Phaeton had got, 

 The guiding of his fathers Carre againe, 

 Or that it seem'd Apollo had forgot 

 His light foote stccdes to rule with stedfast raine, 

 It is not good with any line or Hooke, 

 To Angle then in riuer, pond, or brooke. 



Or when cold Boreas with frosty beard, 



Lookes out from vnderneath the lesser beare, 



And makes the weary trauailer afeard, 



To see the valleys couered euery where 



With Ice and Snow, that late so greene appear'd, 



The waters stand as if of steele they weare : 



And hoary frosts doe hange on euery bough, 

 Where freshest leaues of summer late did grow. 



So neither if Don sEolus lets goe, 

 His blustring windes out of the hollow deepe 

 Where he their strife and strugling to and fro 

 With triple forke doth still in order keepe, 

 They rushing forth doe rage with tempests so, 

 As if they would the world togither sweepe, 



And ruffling so with sturdy blasts they blow, 

 That tree and house sometimes they ouer throw, 



Besides when shepheards and the swaines repare, 

 Vnto the brookes with all their flockes of sheepe, 

 To wash their fleeces and to make them faire, 

 In euery poole and running water deepe, 

 The sauour of the wooll doth so impaire, 

 The pleasant streames, and plunging that they keepe, 

 As if that Zt'///6'-floucl ran euerywhere, 

 Or bitter Doris intermingled were. 



