314 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. [PART I. 



there is no necessity of being rich : for, I told you, there 

 be as many miseries beyond riches as on this side them : and, 

 if you have a competence, enjoy it with a meek, cheerful, 

 thankful, heart. I will tell you, scholar, I have heard a 

 grave Divine 1 say, that God has two dwellings; one in 

 heaven, and the other in a meek and thankful heart : which 

 Almighty God grant to me, and to my honest scholar ! And 

 so you are welcome to Tottenham High-Cross. 



Fen. Well, master, I thank you for all your good direc- 

 tions ; but for none more than this last of thankfulness, 

 Which It hope I shall never forget. And pray now let's 

 rest ourselves in this sweet shady arbour, which nature 

 herself has woven with her own fine fingers ; 'tis such a 

 contexture of woodbine, sweetbriar, jessamine, and myrtle, 

 and so interwoven, as will secure us both from the sun's 

 violent heat, and from the approaching shower. And, being 

 sat down, I will requite a part of your courtesies with a 

 bottle of sack, milk, oranges, and sugar, which, all put 

 together, make a drink like nectar ; indeed, too good for any 

 body but us anglers. And so, master, here is a full glass 

 to you of that liquor ; and when you have pledged me, I will 

 repeat the verses which I promised you : it is a copy printed 

 amongst some of Sir Henry Wotton's, 2 and doubtless made 

 either by him, or by a lover of angliDg. Come, master, now 

 drink a glass to me, and then I will pledge you, and fall to 

 my repetition ; it is a description of such country recreations 

 as I have enjoyed since I had the happiness to fall into your 

 company. 



Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares, 

 Anxious sighs, untimely tears, 



Fly, fly to courts, 



Fly to fond worldlings' sports, 

 Where strain'd sardonic smiles 3 are glosing still, 

 And grief is forc'd to laugh against her will : 



Where mirth's but mummery, 



And sorrows only real be. 



1 Dr. Donne, Dean of St. Paul's, in his Sermons. H. 



2 Printed in the " Reliquiae Wot tonianae," Lond. 1651, near the end of 

 the volume. H. 



3 Meaning feigned or forced smiles, from the word Sardon, the name of 

 an herb, resembling smallage, and growing in Sardinia, which being eaten 

 by men, contracts the muscles, and excites laughter, even to death. H. 



