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" Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, 

 Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, 

 Thy root is ever in its grave, 



And thou must die. 



" Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, 

 A box where sweets compacted lie ; 

 My music shows you have your closes, 

 And all must die. 



" Only a sweet and virtuous soul, 

 Like seasoned timber, never gives, 

 But when the whole world turns to coal, 

 Then, chiefly, lives." 



Ven. I thank you, good master, for your good 

 direction for fly-fishing, and for the sweet enjoy- 

 ment of the pleasant day, which is, so far, spent 

 without offence to God or man. And I thank 

 you, for the sweet close of your discourse with 

 Mr. Herbert's verses ; who, I have heard, loved 

 angling, and I do the rather believe it, because 

 he had a spirit suitable to anglers, and to those 

 primitive Christians that you love and have so 

 much commended. 



Pise. Well, my loving scholar, and /am pleased 

 to know that you are so well pleased with my 

 direction and discourse. 



And since you like these verses of Mr. Her- 

 bert's so well, let me tell you what a reverend 

 and learned divine that professes to imitate him, 

 and has indeed done so most excellently, hath 

 writ of our Book of Common Prayer ; which I 

 know you will like the better, because he is a 

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