IN PRAISE OF ANGLING. xcix 



Then on these banks let me sit down, 

 Free from the toilsome sword and gown, 

 And pity those that do affect 

 To conquer nations and protect. 

 My reed affords such true content. 

 Delights so sweet and innocent, 

 As seldom fall unto the lot 

 Of scepters, though they're justly got. 



1649. Tho. Weaver, Mr. of Arts. 



