AND FOR THE COLOURING OF ROD AND LINE 



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 any body 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 amongst 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 strain'd Sardonic smiles are gloslng still, 

 And grief is forc'd to laugh against her will. 



Where mirth's but mummery, 



And sorrows only real be. 

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Fly from our country pastimes, fly, 

 Sad troops of human misery : 



Come serene looks, 



Clear as the crystal brooks, 

 Or the pure azur'd heaven that smiles to see 

 The rich attendance on our poverty; 



Peace and a secure mind, 



Which all men seek, we only find. 



Abused mortals, did you know 



Where joy, heart's-ease and comforts grow, 



You'd scorn proud towers, 



And seek them in these bowers; 



Where winds sometimes our woods perhaps may shake, 

 But blustering care could never tempest make, 



Nor murmurs e'er come nigh us, 



Saving, of fountains that glide by us. 



Here's no fantastic masque, nor dance, 

 But of our kids that frisk and prance ; 



Nor wars are seen, 



Unless upon the green 



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