'As inward lore breeds outward talk, 

 The hound some praise, and some the hawk ; 

 Some, Letter pleased with private sport, 

 Use tennis, some a mistress court ; 



But these delights I neither wish 



Kor env}', while I freely fish. 



' Who hunts doth oft in danger ride ; 

 "Whi^ hawks lives oft both far and wide ; 

 "Who uses games shall often prove 

 A loser ; but who falls in love 



Is fettered in fond Cupid's snare : 

 My angle breeds me no such care. 



' Of recreations 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 stud}'' too. 



■ I care not, I, to fish in seas, 



Fresh rivers liest my mind do please, 

 Whose sweet calm com'se I contemplate, 

 Aud seek in life to imitate : 



In civil bounds I fain woidd keep. 



And for my past offences weep. 



■ The first men that our Saviour dear 

 Did choose to wait upon him here 

 Bless'd fishers were, and fish the last 

 Food was that He on earth did taste: 



I therefore strive to follow those 



Whom He to f>Uow Him hath chose." — Isaac Walton. 



'Wanderers on the dark blue sea! 

 As yoiu" bark rides gallantly, 

 Prayer and praise Viecomc ye well, 

 Tliough ye hear no temple bell ; 

 The Sal:ibath hours which G-od has given, 

 Give ye to worship, rest, and heaven." 



