The Secrets of Angling. 61 



Now least the Angler leaue his Tooles behinde, 



For lacke of heed or haste of his desire, 



And so inforced with vnwilling minde, 



Must leaue his game and backe again retire, 



Such things to fetch as there he cannot finde 



To serue his turne when neede shall most require, 



Here shall lie haue to helpe his memory, 



A. lesson short of euery wants supply. 



Light Rod to strike, long line to reach withall, 

 Strong hooke to holde the fish he haps to hit, 

 Spare Lines and Hookes, what euer chance doe fall, 

 Baites quicke and dead to bring them to the bit, 

 Fine Lead and Quils with Corks both great and small, 

 Knife, File and thred, and little Basket fit, 



Plummets to sound the depth of clay and sand, 

 With Pole and Net to bring them safe to land. 



And now we are ariued at the last, 

 In wished harbour where we meane to rest ; 

 And make an end of this our iourney past : 

 Here then in quiet roade I thinke it best 

 We strike our sailes and stedfast Anchor cast 

 For now the Sunne low setteth in the West, 



And yee Boat-Swaines, a merry Carroll sing, 

 To him that safely did vs hither bring. 



KIN is. 



