HINTS TO ANGLERS. 165 



The wind, that whistles through the sprays, 



Maintains the consort of the song; 

 And hidden birds with native lays 



The golden sleep prolong 

 Amidst his harmless, tranquil joys, 



No anxious care invades his health ; 

 Nor vice his peace of mind destroys, 



Nor eager avarice of wealth. 



COWLEY. 



