CHAP. V.I THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 1 13 



*' So in the fire, in burning furnace, springs 

 The fly Perausta with the flaming wings : 

 Without the fire it dies ; in it it joys ; 

 Living in that which all things else destroys. 



" So, slow Bootes underneath him sees 

 In th' icy islands goslings hatched of trees ; 

 Whose fruitful leaves, falling into the water, 

 Are turned, 't is known, to living fowls soon after. 



" So rotten planks of broken ships do change 

 To barnacles. O transformation strange ! 

 'T was first a green tree, then a broken hull, 

 Lately a mushroom, now a flying gull." 



VEN. O my good Master ! this morning walk has been spent 

 to my great pleasure and wonder : but I pray, when shall I have 

 your direction how to make Artificial Flies, like to those that 

 the Trout loves best ? and also how to use them ? 



Pise. My honest Scholar, it is now past five of the clock ; 

 we will fish till nine, and then go to breakfast. Go you to 

 yonder sycamore-tree, and hide your bottle of drink under the 

 hollow root of it ; for about that time, and in that place, we 

 will make a brave breakfast with a piece of powdered beef, and 

 a radish or two that I have in my fish- bag : we shall, I warrant 

 you, make a good, honest, wholesome, hungry breakfast ; and 

 I will give then you direction for the making and using of 

 your flies : and in the mean time there is your rod and line ; 

 and my advice is, that you fish as you see me do, and let 's try 

 which can catch the first fish. 



VEN. I thank you, Master, I will observe and practise your 

 direction, as far as I am able. 



Pise. Look you, Scholar ; you see I have hold of a good fish : 

 I now see it is a Trout. I pray put that net under him, and 

 touch not my line, for if you do, then we break all. Well done, 

 Scholar, I thank you. 



Now for another. Trust me I have another bite. Come, 

 Scholar, come, lay down your rod, and help me to land this, as 



