CHAPTER VI 



DR MARTIN LLUELYN, if one may judge from 

 his " Song against fishing," which was included in 

 his book, Men - miracles, with other poemes, printed 

 in 1646, appears to have shared Mr Andrew Lang's 

 contempt for coarse fishermen : 



You that fish for Dace and Roches, 



Carpes or Tenches, Bonus noches, 



Thou wast borne betweene two dishes, 



When the Friday signe was Fishes. 



Angler's yeares are made and spent, 



All in Ember weekes and Lent. 



Breake thy Rod about thy Noddle, 

 Through thy wormes and flies by the Pottle, 

 Keepe thy Corke to stoppe thy Bottle, 

 Make straight thy hooke, and be not afeard, 



To shave his Beard ; 

 That in case of started stitches, 

 Hooke and Line may mend thy Breeches. 



He that searches Pooles and Dikes, 

 Halters Jackes and strangles Pikes, 

 Let him know, though he thinke he wise is, 

 'Tis not a sport but an Assizes. 

 Fish so tooke, were the case disputed, 

 Are not tooke, but executed. 

 Breake thy rod, &c. 



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