150 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. PART i. 



His life is neither toss'd in boisterous seas 

 Or the vexatious world, or lost in slothful ease; 

 Pleased and full bless'd he lives, when he his God can please. 



His bed, more safe than soft, yields quiet sleeps, 

 While by his side his faithful spouse hath place; 



His little son into his bosom creep?, 

 Thejively picture of his father's face ; 



His humble housToTpoor state ne'er torment him 



Less he could like, if less his God had lent him ; 

 And when he dies, green turfs do for a tomb content frim.' 5 



Gentlemen, these were a part of the thoughts that then pos- 

 sessed me. And I here made a conversion of a piece of an old 

 catch, and added more to it, fitting them to be sung by anglers. 

 Come, master, you can sing well ; you must sing a part of it as 

 it is in this paper. 



PETER. Ay marry, sir, this is music indeed ; this has cheered 

 my heart, and made me to remember six verses in praise of 

 music, which I will speak to you instantly. 



"Music! miraculous rhetoric, that speakest sense 

 Without a tongue, excelling eloquence ; 

 With what ease might thy errors be excused, 

 Wert thou as truly loved as thou'rt abused ! 

 But though dull souls neglect, and some reprove thee, 

 I cannot hate thee, 'cause the angels love thee." 



VEN. And the repetition of these last verses of music has 

 called to my memory what Mr. Ed. Waller, a lover of the angle, 

 says of love and music. 



" Whilst I listen to thy voice, 



Chloris, I feel my heart decay: 



That powerful noise 

 Calls my fleeting soul away: 

 O^supyressjhat magic sound. 

 Which destroys without a wound 1 



