To his ingenioits Friend 



MR. ROBERT NO BBS, 



ON HIS BOOK CALLED 



THE COMPLETE TROLLER. 



vTo on (dear brother) to display thine art, 



Of thy experience lend the world a part : 



Let thy light shine, that men irny see thereby, 



There's nothing private kept can edify. 



Hide not thy talent : dread that cursed fate 



Of him that hid it ; and communicate. 



Blush not, nor fear thy secrets to unfold ; 



For what thou say'st has been approv'd of old : 



And practised too ; the difference only this, 



Their sport in salt, thine in fresh water is. 



The good disciples first catch'd fish, and then 



They left their nets, and afterwards catch'd men ; 



From which w6 may this observation make, 



'Tis lawful fish as well as men to take. 



Thy sacred function is divine, and all 



Thy recreations apostolical. 



Catch what thou long hast fished for, then go pray, 



Catch one great fish, and throw thy net away. 



Your truly humble Servant, 



G. D. of Trin. Col. 



