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toldyyou thereof* as many rpjsfip'ps h^yo^H riches, as on 

 thisside them : and_if you havea competence, enjoy it with 

 a jneek. cheerful, tEankful heartT^Twjirtell you, scholar, I have 

 heard a grave divine say that God has two dwellings, one in 

 heaven, and the otbetuji a meek and thankful heart. Which 

 Almighty God grant to me, -and to my honest scHofar ; and so 

 you are welcome to Tottenham High Cross. 



VEN. Well, master, I thank you for all your good directions; 

 but for none more than this last, of tteakfatee&s, which I hope 

 I shall never forget. And pray let's now rest ourselves in this 

 sweet shady arbour, which nature herself has woven with her 

 own fine finger ; 'tis such a contexture of woodbines, sweet-briar, 

 jessamine, and myrtle ; and so interwoven, as will secure us 

 both from the sun's violent heat and from the approaching 

 shower. And being sat down, I will 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 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 

 among 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 JL jmd then I will pledge youT^ncl fall to my repeti- 

 tionj it * s 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 glosing still, 

 And grief is forced to laugh against her will ; 



Where mirth's but mummery, 



And sorrows only real be. 



Fly from our country's pastimes, fly, 

 Sad troops of human misery. 



Come, serene looks, 



Clear as the crystal brooks, 



