CHAP. V, THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 7$ 



Who Hants, doth oft in danger ride; 

 Who hawks, lures oft both far and wide ; 

 Who uses games shall often prove 

 A loser ; but who falls in love. 



Is fetter'd in fond Cupid's snare : 



My angle breeds me no such care. 



Of recreation there is none 

 So free as fishing is alone ; 

 All other pastimes do no less 

 Than mind and body both possess : 



My hand alone my work can do, 

 - ( So I can fish and study too. 



I care not, I, to fish in seas, 

 Fresh rivers best my mind do please. 

 Whose sweet calm course I contemplate, 

 And seek in life to imitate : 



In civil bounds I fain would keep, 



And for my past offences weep. 



And when the timorous Trout I wait 

 To take, and he devours my bait. 

 How poor a thing, sometimes I find, 

 Will captivate a greedy mind : 



And when none bite, I praise the wise, 



Whom vain allurements ne'er surprise. 

 But yet, though while I fish I fast, 

 I make good fortune my repait; 

 And thereunto my friend invite, 

 In whom I more than that delight : 



Who is more welcome to my dish 



Than to my angle was my fish* 



As well content no prize to take, 

 As use of taken prize to make : 

 For so our Lord was pleased, when 

 He fishers made fishers of men ; 



Where, (which is in no other game,) 



A man may fish and praise his name* 



The first men that our Saviour dear 

 Did choose to wait upon him here, 

 Blest fishers were, and fish the last 

 Food was that he on earth did taste : 



I therefore strive to follow those 



Whom he to follow him hath chose. 



Cor. Well sung, brother, you have paid your debt in 

 good coin. We anglers are all beholden to the good man 

 that made this song : come, hostess, give us more ale, and 

 let's drink to him. 



And now let's every one go to bed, that we may rise 

 early : but first let's pay our reckoning, for I will have 

 nothing to hinder me in the morning ; for my purpose is 

 to prevent the sun-rising. 



