CHAP. V.] 



THE THIHD DAY. 



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Pise. "Well sung, Coridon ! this song was sung with 

 mettle : and it w r as choicely fitted to the occasion ; I shall 

 love you for it as long as I know you. I would you were a 

 brother of the angle ; for a companion that is cheerful, and 

 free from swearing and scurrilous discourse, is worth gold. 

 I love such mirth as does not make friends ashamed to look 

 upon one another next morning nor men that cannot well 

 bear it, to repent the money they spend when they be warmed 

 with drink. And take this for a rule, you may pick out such 

 times, and such companies, that you may make yourselves 

 merrier for a little than a great deal of money ; for " 'Tis 

 the company and not the charge that makes the feast" and 

 such a companion you prove ; I thank you for it. 



But I will not compliment you out of the debt that I owe 

 you, and therefore I will begin my song ; and wish it may 

 be so well liked. 





THE ANGLER'S SONG. 



As inward love breeds outward talk, 

 The hound some praise ; and some the hawk 

 Some, better pleased with private sport, 

 Use tennis ; some a mistress court : 

 But these delights I neither wish, 

 Nor envy, while I freely fish. 



