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JVhilst I listen to thy voice , 



Chlorvi, I feel my heart decay ; 



That powerful noise 



Calls my fleeting soul away : 

 Oh .' suppress that magic sounds 

 Which destroys without a wound. 



Peace, Chloris, peace ; or singing die^ 

 That together you and I 

 To heaven may go : 

 For all we know 

 Of what the blessed do above 

 Is, that they sing, and that they love. 



Pisc. Well remembered, brother Peter : these verses came 

 seasonably, and we thank you heartily. Come, we will all join 

 too-ether, my Host and all, and sing my Scholar's catch over 

 attain, and then each man drink the other cup and to bed, and 

 Ihank God we have a dry house over our heads. 



Pisc. Well now, good night to everybody. 



Pet. And so say I. 



Ven. And so say I. 



Cor. Good night to you all, and I thank you. 



Pisc. Good morrow, brother Peter, and the like to you, honest 

 Coridon : come, my Hostess says there is seven shillings to pay : 

 let us each man drink a pot for his morning's draught, and lay 

 down his two shillings ; that so my Hostess may not have occa- 

 sion to repent herself of being so diligent, and using us so kindly. 



Pet. The motion is liked by everybody ; and so, Hostess, 

 here's your money : we anglers are all beholden to you, it will 

 not be long ere I'll see you again. And now, brother Piscator, 

 I wish you and my brother your Scholar a fair day and good for- 

 tune. Come, Coridon, this is our way. 



this paragraph, promised to give some unpublished verses of Waller's, On a 

 Lady Fishing, but the promise was not redeemed in the appendix to his 

 elegant edition, a copy of the MS. being refused him by the librarian of 

 the Royal Society. — Abridged from Anderson's British Poets and others. — 

 Am. Ed. 



