112 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 



you may dape, or dop, and also with a Grasshopper, behind a 

 tree, or in any deep hole, still making it to move on the top of 

 the water as if it were alive, and still keeping yourself out of 

 sight, you shall certainly have sport, if there be Trouts ; yea, in 

 a hot day, but especially in the evening of a hot day, you will 

 have sport. 



And now, scholar, my direction for fly-fishing is ended with 

 this shower, for it has done raining. And now, look about you 

 and see how pleasantly that meadow looks ; nay, and the earth 

 smells as sweetly too. Come, let me tell you what holy Mr 

 Herbert says of such days and flowers as these, and then we will 

 thank God that we enjoy them, and walk to the river, and sit 

 down quietly, and try to catch the other brace of Trouts. 



Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, 



The bridal of the earth and sky, 



Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night, 



For thou must die. 



Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, 

 Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, 

 Thy root is ever in its grave 



And thou must die. 



Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, 

 A box where sweets compacted lie ; 

 My music shews you have your closes 

 And all must die. 



Only a sweet and virtuous soul, 

 Like season'd timber, never gives, 

 But when the whole world turns to coal, 



Then chiefly lives.. 



Venator. I thank you, good master, for your good direction 

 for fly-fishing, and for the sweet enjoyment of the pleasant 

 day, which is so far spent without offence to God or man : and 

 I thank you for the sweet close of your discourse with Mr 

 Herbert's verses, who, I have heard, loved angling ; and I do 

 the rather believe it, because he had a spirit suitable to anglers, 

 and to those primitive Christians that you love, and have so 

 much commended. 



Piscator. Well, my loving scholar, and I am pleased to know 

 that you are so well pleased with my direction and discourse. 



And since you like these verses of Mr Herbert's so well, let 

 me tell you what a reverend and learned divine that professes 

 to imitate him (and has indeed done so most excellently) hath 

 writ of our book of Common Prayer ; which I know you will 

 like the better, because he is a friend of mine, and Tarn sure 

 no enemy to angling : 



