THE COMPLETE ANGLER. PART I. 



Where, we may 

 Think and pray 

 Before death 

 Stops our breath. 

 Other joys 

 Are hut toys, 

 And to be lamented * . 



J. CHALKHILL. 



* This, in its kind, is a good song. The following, taken from Cotton** 

 Poems, 8vo. 1689, is to the same purpose; and well deserves a place 

 here. 



I. 



Away to the brook ; 



All your tackle out-look ; 

 Here's a day that is worth a year's wishing. 



See that all things be right ; 



For 'twould be a spight, 

 To want tools when a man goes a-fishing. 



II. 



Your rody with tops tiuo ; 



For the same will not do, 

 If your manner of angling you vary : 



And full well may you think, 



If you troll with a pink, 

 One too weak will be apt to miscarry. 



III. 



Then basket, neat made 



By a master in's trade, 

 In a belt at your shoulders must dangle ; 



For none, e'er, was so vain 



To wear this to disdain, 

 Who a true brother, was, of the angle. 



IV. 



Next, pouch must not fail ; 



Stuff 'd, as full as a mail, 

 With wax, crewels, silks, hair, furs, and feathers, 



To make several flies, 



For the several skies, 

 That shall kill in despite of all weather*. 



V. 



The boxes and books 

 For your lines and your hooks ; 

 And, though not for strict need notwithstanding, 



