194 THE COUPLETS ANGLER. PART I. 



White I lutrn to thy voice. 



Cblorit. I feel my life decay ; 

 That powerful noise 



Calif my fleeting soul away : 

 Oh 1 uppre that mafic ouod. 

 Which dmtroy* without a wound. 



Peace. ChlorU, peace, or llagmg die. 

 That together you and I 

 To heaven may go ; 

 For all we know 

 Of what the bleued do above. 

 It, that they ting, and that they love. 



Pise. Well remembered, brother Peter; these verses 

 came seasonably, and we thank you heartily. Come, we 

 will all join together, my host and all, and sing my scho- 

 lar's catch over again ; and then each man drink the other 

 cup, and to bed ; and thank God we have a dry house 

 over our heads. 



Pise. Well, now good night to every body. 



Pet. And so say I. 



Km. And so say I. 



Cor. Good night to you all ; and 1 thank you. 

 



Pise. Good-morrow, brother Peter; and the like to 

 you, honest Condon. 



Come, my hostess says there is seven shillings to pay : 

 let's each man drink a pot for his morning's draught, and 

 lay down his two shillings, that so my hostess may not 

 have occasion to repent herself of being so diligent, and 

 using us so kindly. 



Pet. The motion is liked by every body, and so, hostess, 

 here's your money ; we anglers are all beholden to you ; 

 it will not be long ere Til see you again. And now, 

 brother Piscator, I wish you, and my brother your scholar, 

 a fair day and good fortune. Come Condon, this is our 

 way. 



