CHAP. XVI. THE COMPLETE ANGLER- 185 



Ven. Well sung, master; this day's fortune and plea- 

 sure, and this night's company and song, do all make me 

 more and more in love with angling. Gentlemen, my 

 master left me alone for an hour this day; and I verily 



in. 



'Then basket, neat made 

 By a master in 's trade, 



In a belt at your shoulders must dangle ; 

 For none e'er was so vain 

 To wear this to disdain 



Who a true brother was of the angle. 



Next pouch must not fail, 



Stuff 1 d as full as a mail, 

 With wax, crewels, silks, hair, furs, and feathers, 



To make several flies 



For the several skies, 

 That shall kill in despight of all weathers. 



T. 



The boxes and books 



For your lines and your hooks, 

 And, though not for strict need notwithstanding, 



Tour scissars and hone 



To adjust your points on ; 

 With a net to be sure of your landing. 



VI. 



AH these being on, 



Tis high time we were gone, 

 Down and upward, that all may have pleasure, 



Till, here meeting at night, 



We shall have the delight 

 'to discourse of our fortunes at leisure. 



VII. 



The day's not too bright, 



And the wind hits us right, 

 And all nature does seem to invite us; 



We have all things at will 



For to second our skill, 

 As they all did conspire to delight us. 



Tin. 



On stream now, or still, 



A large pannier we'll fill. 

 Trout and Grayling to rise are so willing; 



I dare venture to say, 



Twill be a bloody day, 

 And we all shall be weary of killing. 



