The Compleat ^Angler 



and if you have a competence, enjoy it with a meek, cheerful, 

 thankful heart. I will tell you, scholar, I have heard a grave divine 

 say that God has two dwellings, one in heaven, and the other in a 

 meek and thankful heart. Which Almighty God grant to me, and 

 to my honest scholar ; and so you are welcome to Tottenham High 



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VEN. Well, master, I thank you for all your good directions ; '.but 

 for none more than this last, of thankfulness, which I hope I shall 

 never forget. And pray let's now rest ourselves in this sweet shady 

 arbour, which nature herself has woven with her own fine finger ; 'tis 

 such a contexture of woodbines, sweet-briar, jessamine, and myrtle ; 

 and so interwoven, as will secure us both from the sun's violent heat, 

 and from the approaching shower. And being sat down, I will 

 requite a part of your courtesies with a bottle of sack, milk, oranges, 

 and sugar ; which, all put together, make a drink like nectar ; 

 indeed, too good for anybody but us anglers. And so, master, here 

 is a full glass to you of that liquor ; and when you have pledged me 

 I will repeat the verses which 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 happiness to fall into your company. 



Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares, 

 Anxious sighs, untimely tears, 



Fly, fly to courts, 



Fly to fond worldlings' sports, 

 Where strained Sardonic smiles are glosing still, 

 And grief is forced to laugh against her will ; 



Where mirth's but mummery, 



And sorrows only real be. 



Fly from our country's pastimes, fly, 

 Sad troops of human misery. 



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