336 THE COMPLETE ANGLEft. PART I. 



I promised you ; it is a copy printed, among some of 

 Sir Henry Wotton's*, and doubtless made either by 

 him, or by a lover of angling. Come, master! now 

 drink a glass to me, and then I will pledge you, and 

 fall to my repetition ; it is a description of such country 

 recreations, as I have enjoyed since I had the happines* 

 to fall into your company. 



Quivering fears ; heart- tearing cares ! 

 Anxious sighs! untimely tears! 



Fly, fly to courts, 



Fly to fond worldlings' sports, 

 Where strain'd Sardonic, smiles tare glosing still; 

 And, Grief is forc'd to laugh against her will, 



Where mirth's but mummery ; 



And sorrows, only, real be ; 



Fly, from our country pasfimes, fly, 

 Sad troops of human misery ! 



Come, serene looks! 



Clear as the crystal brooks, 

 Or the pure azur'd heaven, that smiles to se$ 

 The rich attendance on our poverty ; 



Peace and a secure mind, 



Which all men seek, we only find t 



Abused mortals ! did you know 



Where joy, heart's-ease, and comforts grow, 



You'd scorn proud towers, 



And seek them in these bowers ; 



Where winds, sometimes, our woods perhaps may shake, 

 But blust'ring care could never tempest make, 



Nor murmurs e'er come nigh us, 



aving of fountaips that glide by us. 



Here's no fantastick mask nor dance, 

 But of our kids that frisk and prance ; 



* See Retiqui<e Wottomane^ 8vo, 1685, page 390. 



f feigned or forced smiles, from the word Sardon, the name of a herb * 

 ^resembling smallagc^ and growing in Sardinia --which being eaten by men, 

 contracts the muscles, and excites laughter, even to death. Vide Erzsyii 

 #dagia t tit. Ri sirs. 



