AN ANGLER, A HUNTER, AND A FALCONER 



give you in his own words; supposing it shall not have the 

 less credit for being verse, for he hath gathered this, and other 

 observations out of authors that have been great and industrious 

 searchers into the secrets of Nature. 



The adult'rous Sargus doth not only change 



Wives every day in the deep streams, but strange ! 



As if the honey of sea-love delight 



Could not suffice his ranging appetite, 



Goes courting she-goats on the grassy shore, 



Horning their husbands that had horns before. 



And the same author writes concerning the Cantharus, that 

 which you shall also hear in his own words. 



But contrary, the constant Cantharus 

 Is ever constant to his faithful spouse, 

 In nuptial duties spending his chaste life, 

 Never loves any but his own dear wife. 



Sir, but a little longer, and I have done. 



VEN. Sir, take what liberty you think fit, for your discourse 

 seems to be music, and charms me to an attention. 



Pise. Why then, Sir, I will take a little liberty to tell, or 

 rather to remember you what is said of Turtle-Doves ; first, 

 that they silently plight their troth and marry; and that then, 

 the survivor scorns, as the Thracian women are said to do, to 

 out-live his or her mate, and this is taken for a truth, and if 

 the survivor shall ever couple with another, then not only the 

 living but the dead, be it either the he or the she, is denied 

 the name and honour of a true Turtle-Dove. 



And to parallel this land-rarity, and teach mankind moral 

 faithfulness, and to condemn those that talk of religion, and yet 

 come short of the moral faith of fish and fowl ; men that violate 

 the law affirmed by St. Paul, Rom. ii. 14, 15, 16, to be writ in 

 their hearts, and which he says, shall at the last day condemn 

 and leave them without excuse ; I pray hearken Du Bartas, Fifth 

 to what Du Bartas sings, for the hearing of such Da y- 

 conjugal faithfulness, will be music to all chaste ears, and there- 

 fore I pray hearken to what Du Bartas sings of the Mullet. 



But for chaste love the Mullet hath no peer; 

 For, if the fisher hath surpris'd her pheer, 

 As mad with woe, to shore she followeth, 

 Prest to consort him both in life and death. 



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