I So THE C0MFLE7E ANGLER. [part t 



Whilst I listen to thy voice, 



Chloris ! I feel my heart 2 decay ; 

 That powerful voice 3 



Calls my fleeting soul away : 

 Oh ! suppress that magic sound, 

 "Which destroys without a wound. 



Peace, Chloris I peace, or singing die. 

 That together you and I 



To heaven may go ; 



For all we know 

 Of what the blessed do above. 

 Is that they sing, and that they love. 



PiSCATOR. 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 scholar's catch over 

 again ; and then each man drink the tother cup, and to bed ; 

 and thank God we have a dry house over our heads. 



PiSCATOR. Well, now, good-night to everybody, 



Peter. And so say I. 



Venator. And so say I, 



Coridon. Good-night to you all ; and I thank you. 



Variations.] ^ In Waller's Poems, "life." 3 "noise." 



Here love takes stand, and while she charms the ear, 

 Empties his quiver on the list'ning deer : 

 Mu-sic so softens, and disarms the mind, 

 That not an arrow does resistance find. 



■ Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize, 



And acts herself the triumph of her eyes : 

 So Nero once, with harp in hand, survey'd 

 His flaming Rome, and as it burn'd he play'd. 

 Some unpublished verses by Waller, addressed "To a Lady Fishing," preserved in 

 MS. late in the Royal Society, will be given in the additional notes. 



