CHAP. V.] THE COMPLETE ANGLER. IO3 



Though others think they have as much, 

 Yet he that says so lies : 



Then come away, turn 



Countryman with me." 



Jo. CHALKHILL. 



Pise. Well sung ! Coridon, this song was sung with mettle ; 

 and it was choicely fitted to the occasion : I shall love you for 

 it as long as I know you. I would you were a Brother of the 

 Angle, for a companion that is cheerful, and free from swear- 

 ing and scurrilous discourse, is worth gold. I love such mirth 

 as does not make friends ashamed to look upon one another 

 next morning; nor men, that cannot well bear it, to repent 

 the money they spend when they be warmed with drink. And 

 take this for a rule, you may pick out such times and such com- 

 panies, that you may make yourselves merrier for a little than 

 a great deal of money; for " 'T is the company and not the 

 charge that makes the feast ' ' : and such a companion you 

 prove ; I thank you for it. 



But I will not compliment you out of the debt that I owe 

 you, and therefore I will begin my song, and wish it may be 

 so well liked. 



" As inward love breeds outward talk, 

 The hound some praise, and some the hawk I 

 Some, better pleased with private sport, 

 Use tennis, some a mistress court : 



But these delights I neither wish, 



Nor envy, while I freely fish. 



" Who hunts, doth oft in danger ride ; 

 Who hawks, lures oft both far and .wide : 

 Who uses games shall often prove 

 A loser ; but who falls in love 



Is fettered in fond Cupid's snare : 

 My angle breeds me no such care. 



