THE COMPLETE ANGLER. Ill 



Eat, drink, and pfai/, sleep when we list ; 

 Go where we will, — so stocks be miss'd. 



Briii;ht shines the sun ; play, beggars, play. 



Here's scraps enough to serve to-day. 



The world is ours, and ours alone. 



For we alone have world at will ; 

 We purchase 7iot, all is our own. 



Both fields and streets we beggars fill ; 

 JVor care to get, nor fear to keep. 

 Did ever break a beggar''s sleep. 



Bright shines the sun ; play, beggars, play. 



Here's scraps enough to serve to-day. 



A hundred herds of black and white 



Upon our gowns securely feed ; 

 And yet if any dare us bite. 



He dies therefore, sure as creed : 

 Thus beggars lord it as they please^ 

 And only beggars live at ease. 



Bright shines the sun ; play, beggars, play. 



Here's scraps enough to serve to-day. 



Ven. 1 thank you, good Master, for this piece of merriment, 

 and this song, which was well humored by the maker, and well 

 remembered by you. 



Pisc. But, I pray, forget not the catch which you promised to 

 make against night ; for our countryman, honest Coridon, will 

 expect your catch and my song, which I must be forced to patch 

 up, for it is so long since I learned it, that I have forgot a part 

 of it. But come, now it hath done raining, let's stretch our legs 

 a little in a gentle walk to the river, and try what interest our 

 angles will pay us for lending them so long to be used by the 

 trouts ; lent them indeed, like usurers, for our profit and their 

 destruction. 



Ven. Oh me ? look you. Master, a fish ! a fish ! Oh, alas, 

 Master, I have lost her ! 



Pisc. Ay marry. Sir, that was a good fish indeed : if I had had 

 \he luck to have taken up that rod, then 'tis twenty to one he 

 should not have broke my line by running to the rod's end, as 

 you suffered him. I would have held him within the bent of my 

 rod, unless he had been fellow to the great trout that is near an 



