124: THE COMPLETE ANGLER. PART I. 



And fair Aurora, lifting up her head, 



Still blushing, rise from old Tithonus' bed ; 



The hills and mountains raised from the plains ; 



The plains extended, level with the ground ; 

 The grounds, divided into sundry veins ; 



The veins, inclos'd with rivers running round ; 

 These rivers, making way through nature's chains, 



With headlong course into the sea profound; 

 The raging sea, beneath the vallies low, 

 Where lakes and rills and rivulets do flow j 



The lofty woods, the forests wide and long, 



AdornM with leaves, and branches fresh and green,- 



Jn whose cool bowers the birds with many a song, 

 Do welcome with their quire the summer's Queen ; 



The meadows fair, where Flora's gifts, among, 

 Are interniixt, with verdant grass between ; 



Tb.e silver-scaled fish that softly swim 



Within the sweet brook's crystal, watry stream. 



All these, and many more of His creation 



That made the heavens, the Angler oft doth see $ 



Taking therein no little delectation, 



To think how strange, how wonderful they be 



Framing thereof an inward contemplation, 

 To set his heart from other fancies free ; 



And whilst he looks on these with joyful eye. 



His iniml is rapt above the starry sky. 



Sir, I am glad ray memory has not lost these last 

 verses, because they are somewhat more pleasant and 

 more suitable to May-day ^ than my harsh discourse. 

 And I am glad your patience hath held out so long, 

 as to hear them and me ; for both together haye brought 

 us within the sight of the Thatch' } d-house. And I 

 must be your Debtor, if you think it worth your at- 

 tention, for the rest of my promised discourse, till some 

 other opportunity, and a like time of leisure. 



Ve n. Sir, you have Angled me on with much plea- 

 sure to the Thatc h'd-house; and I now find your 

 yords true, " That good company makes the way 



