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And by yon fading sapless tree, 

 'Bout which the ivy twin'd you see, 

 His fate's foretold, who fondly places 

 His bliss in woman's soft embraces. 

 All pleasures, but the angler's, bring 

 I' the tail repentance, like a sting. 



Then on these banks let ine sit down, 

 Free from the toilsome sword and gown ; 

 And pity those that do affect 

 To conquer nations and protect. 

 My reed affords such true content, 

 Delights so sweet and innocent, 

 As seldom fall unto the lot 

 Of sceptres, though they're justly got. 



1649. THO. WEAVER, Mr. of Arts, 



TO THE READERS 



OF MY MOST INGENUOUS FRIEND'S BOOK, 

 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 



HE that both knew and writ the Lives of men, 

 Such as were once, but must not be again ; 

 Witness his matchless Donne and Wotton, by 

 Whose aid he could their speculations try : 



He that conversed with angels, such as were 

 Ouldsworth ' and Featly. 2 each a shining star 

 Shewing the way to Bethlem ; each a saint, 

 Compar'd to whom our zealots, now, but paint. 



He that our pious and learn'd Morlcy 3 knew, 

 And from him suck'd wit and devotion too. 



(1) Dr. Richard Holdswortli. SPP au account of him in thr Fasti Oxan. 

 207 ; and in Ward's Lines of the Gretham Professors. 



(2) Dr. Daniel IVatly.for whom se Athtn. Oxon. 603. 



(3) Dr. George Motley, bishop of Winchester. 



