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. THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR. 



Or walk the streets in nice and strange array. 

 Or with coy phrases court his mistris' fan ; 

 A poor delight, with toyl and painfull watch 

 With losse of time a silly fish to catch. 



Let them that list these pastimes then pursue, 

 And on their pleasing fancies feed their fill ; 

 So I the fields and meadows green may view, 

 And by the rivers clear may walke at will, 

 Among the daisies and the violets blew, 

 Red hyacinth, and yellow daffodill, 



Purple narcissus like the morning rayes, 

 Pale gandergras, and azure culverkayes. 



I count it better pleasure to behold 



The goodly compasse of the lofty skie, 

 And in the midst thereof, like burning gold, 



The naming chariot of the world's great eye ; 

 The wat'ry clouds that in the ayre uprolled 

 With sundry kinds of painted colours flie ; 

 And faire Aurora lifting up her head, 

 All blushing rise from old Tithonous' bed. 



The lofty woods, the forrests wide and long. 

 Adorned with leaves and branches fresh and green, 



In whose cool bow'rs the birds with chaunting song 

 Do welcome with their quire the Summer's Queen. 



All these, and many more, of His creation 

 That made the Heavens, the angler oft doth see 



And takes therein no little delectation 



To think how strange and wonderfull they bee. 





