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hook, evidently a trout, for without more ado he runs round a root and 

 then throws himself up into the air, snapping the hair-link like a carrot. 

 I can't stand this happening with the sense of fierce hunger I am 

 enduring, and so without more ado I reel up and betake myself towards 

 the house, from which I now hear the sounds of the breakfast bell 

 merrily tinkling, recalling the while old Walton's song 



Oh, the brave fisher's life I 



It is the best of any, 

 "Tis full of pleasure, void of strife ; 

 And 'tis beloved of many. 



Other joyes 



Are but toy es ; 



Only this 



Lawful is, 



For our skil 



Breeds no il, 

 But content and pleasure. 



