CHAP. v. THE THIRD DAY. 7,1 



Of recreation there is none 

 So free as fiahing is alone ; 

 All other pastimes do no less 

 Than mind and body both possess; 



My hand alone my work can do 



So I can fish and study too. 



I care not, I, to fish in seas 

 Fresh rivers best my mind do please, 

 Whose sweet calm course I contemplate, 

 And seek in life to imitate : 



In civil bounds I fain would keep, 



And for my past offences weep. 



And when the timorous trout I wait 



To take, and he devours my bait, 



How poor a thing, sometimes I find, 



Will captivate a greedy mind ; 



And when none bite, I praise the wise, 

 Wftom vain allurements ne'er surprise. 



But yet, though while I fish I fast, 

 I make good fortune my repast ; 

 And thereunto my friend invile, 

 In whom I more than that delight: 



Who is more welcome to my dish 



Than to my angle was my fish. 



As well content no prize to take, 



As use of taken prize to make : 



For so our Lord wa5 pleased, when 



lie fishers made fishers of men ; 

 Where (which is in no other game) 

 A man may fish and praise His name. 



The first men that our Saviour dear 



Did choose to wait upon Him here, 



Bless'd fishers were, and fish the last 



Food was that He on earth did taste: 

 I therefore strive to follow those 

 Whom He to follow Him hath chose. 



