THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 



In the fields is our abode, 

 .Full of delectation : 



Where in a brook 



With a hook, 



Or a lake, 



Fish we take ; 



There we sit, 



For a bit, 

 Till we fish entangle. 



** We have gentles in a horn, 

 We have paste and worms toe ; 

 We can watch both night and morn* 

 Suffer rain and storms too. 



None do here 



Use to swear, 



Oaths do fray 



Fish away ; 



We sit still, 



And watch our quill ; 

 Fishers must not wrangle. 



" If the sun's excessive heat 

 Make our bodies swelter, 

 To an osier hedge we get 

 For a friendly shelter ; 



Where in a dike 



Pearch or Pike, 



Roach or Dace, 



We do chase, 



Bleak or Gudgeon 



Without grudging ; 

 We are still contented. 



" Or we sometimes pass an hotil 

 Under a green willow ; 

 That defends us from a shower, 

 Making earth our pillow ; 



Where we may 



Think and pray, 



Before death 



Stops our breath t 



