INTRODUCTORY REMARKS ON ANGLING. 15 
And others spend their time in base excess 
Of wine, or worse, in war and wantonness. 
“ Let them that list, these pastimes still pursue, 
And in such pleasing fancies feed their fill; 
So I the fields and meudows green may view, 
And doily by fresh rivers walk at will, 
Among the daisies and the violets blue, 
Red hyacinth, and yellow dalTodil, 
Purple narcissus like the morning rays, 
Pale gander-grass, and azure culver-keys. 
“I count it higher plensuro to behold 
The stately compass of the lofty sky , 
And in the mist thereof, like burning gold, 
The flaming chariot of the world’s great eye ; 
The watery clouds that in the air up-roll’d, 
With sundry kinds of painted colors fly ; 
And fair Aurora, lifting up her head, 
Still blushing, rise from old Tithouus' bed. 
“ The hills aud mountains raised from the plains, 
The plains extended level with the ground; 
The grounds divided into sundry veins, 
The veins enclosed with rivers running round; 
The rivers making way through nature’s chains 
With headlong course into the sea profound; 
The raging sea, beneath the valleys low, 
Where lakes, and rills, and rivulets do flow. 
“ The lofty woods, the forests wide and long," 
Adorn’d with leaves and branches fresh and green, 
In whose cold bowers the birds with many a song, 
Do welcome with their choir the Summer’s queen; 
The meadows fair, where Flora’s gifts among 
Aro intermix’d with vordant gross between ; 
The silver scaled fish that softly swim 
Within the sweet brook’s chrystal, wutery stream. 
“ All these, and many more of His creation 
That made the heavens, the Angler oft doth see ; 
