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Now his mute harp is on a willow hung, 



With which when finely touch 'd, and fitly strung. 



He could friend's passions for these times allay, 



Or chain his fellow anglers from their prey. 



But now the musick of his pen is still, 



And he sits by a brook watching a quill : 



AVhere with a fixt eye, and a ready hand, 



He studies first to hook, and then to land 



Some Trout) or Pearch, or Pike ; and having done, 



Sits on a bank, and tells how this was won, 



And that escap'd his hook, which with a wile 



Did eat the bait, and fisherman beguile. 



Thus whilst some vex they from their lands are 



thrown, 

 He joys to think the waters are his own ; 



And like the Dutch, he gladly can agree 

 To live at peace now, and have fishing free. 



April 3, 1650. EDW. POWEL, Mr. of Arts. 



