CHAP. XVI. THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 277 



When we please to walk abroad 



For our recreation ; 



Ip the fields is our abode, 



Full of delectation : 



Where, in a brook, 



With a hook 



Or, a lake 



Fish we take: 



There we*sit, 



For a bit, 

 Till we fish entangle. 



We have gentles in a horn, 



We have paste and worms too ; 

 We can watch both night and morn, 

 Suffer rain and storms too : 



None do here 



Use to swear; 



Oaths do fray 



Fish away : 



We sit still, 



And watch our quill ; 

 Fishers must not wrangle. 



If the sun's excessive heat 

 Make our bodies swelter, 



To an osier edge we get 

 For a friendly shelter ; 



Where in a dike 

 Pearch or Pike, 

 Roach or Dace, 

 We do chase; 

 Bleak or Gudgeon, 

 Without grudging ; 



We are still contented. 



Or, we sometimes pass an hour 

 Under a green willow, 



That defends us from a shower; 

 Making earth our pillow : 



