242 The Complete Angler. 



Of filly fijhjwbicb) worldling like y ft ill look 

 Upon the bait, but never on the hook ; 



Nor envy, 'nlefs among 



The birds , for price ofthtirfweet Song. 



Go Jet the diving Negroy?^ 



For gems bid in fome forlorn creek, 



We all Pearls fcorn> 



Save what the dewy morne 

 Congeals upon each little fpire ofgrafii\ 

 Which carelefs Shepherds beat down as they pa/Je, 



And Gold ne're here appears 



S ave what the yellow Ceres bears. 



ISleJIJilent Groves^ oh may you be 

 For ever mirths blejl nurfery, 



May pure contents 



for ever pitch their tents (mountains, 



Upon thefe downs jbefe Meads fhefe rocks jhefe 

 jind peace ftiljlumber by thefe purling fountains 



Which we may every year 



find when we come a fifoing here. 



Pifc. Truft me, Scholer, I thank 

 you heartily for thefe Verfes,theybe 



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