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Pleas'd with the sport, good man, nor does he know, 



His easy sceptre bends and trembles so. 



Fine representative, indeed, of God, 



Whose sceptre's dwindled to a fishing-rod. 



Such was Domitian in his Romans' eyes, 



When his great Godship stoop'd to catching flies ; 



Bless us ! what pretty sport have Deities ! 



But see, he now does up from Dochet come, 



Laden with spoils of slaughter'd Gudgeons home ; 



Nor is he warn'd by their unhappy fate, 



But greedily he swallows every bait, 



A prey to every King-fisher of state ; 



For how he Gudgeons takes, you have been taught ', 



Then listen now how he himself is caught. 



So well, alas ! the fatal bait is known, 



Which R does so greedily take down ; 



And, howe'er weak and slender be the string, 

 Bait it with whore, and it will hold a King. 

 Almighty power of women, &c. 



P. 197. Dr Wharton. The portrait of this learned physician has 

 been recently engraved for the first time, and published by Mr Major. 



P. 237. Cotton again notices his favourite river Dove in the " Won- 

 ders of the Peake : " 



'Twixt these twin-Provinces of Britain's Perpetual winter, endless solitude, 



shame, Or the society of men so rude, 



The silver Dove (how pleasant is that That it is ten times worse. Thy murmurs 



name !) (Dove)* 



Runs through a Vale high-crested Cliffs Or humour of Lovers ; or Men fall in love 



o'ershade With thy bright Beauties, and thy fair blue 

 (By her fair progress only pleasant made) : Eyes 



But with so swift a torrent in her course. Wound like a Parthian, whilst the shooter 

 As shows the nymph flies from her native flies. 



source, Of all fair Thetis' Daughters none so bright, 



To seek what there's deny'd, the sun's So pleasant none to taste, none to the sight 



warm beams, None yields the gentle Angler such delight. 



And to embrace Trent's prouder swelling To which the Bounty of her Stream is 



streams; such, 



In this so craggy, ill-contriv'd a nook As only with a swift and transient Touch, 



Of this our little world, this pretty brook,. T" enrich her steril Borders as she glides. 



Alas ! is all the recompence I share, And force sweet Flowers from their marble 

 For all the intemperances of the air, sides. 



EXTRACTS FROM SHAKESPEARE, QUARLES, BUNYAN, 

 POPE, GAY, AND THOMSON, IN REFERENCE TO 

 ANGLING. 



SHAKESPEARE. 



Give me mine angle, We'll to the river, there, 



My music playing far off, I will betray 



Tawny-finn'd fishes ; my bended hook shall pierce 



Their slimy jaws. Ant. and Cleop. act ii. sc. 4, 



The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish 



Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, 



And greedily devour the treacherous bait. Much Ado, actiii. sc. i. 



If the young dace be a bait for the old pike, I see no reason, in the law of nature, but 

 I may snap at him. Henry IV. Pt. II. act iii. sc. 2. 



Bait the hook well and the fish will bite. Muck Ado, act ii. sc. 3. 

 * The- river Dave. 



