BAITS 
43 
Your rod with tops two, 
For the samo will not do, 
If your manner of angling you vary ; 
And full well may you think, 
If you troll with a pink, 
One too weak may be apt to miscarry. 
Then busket, neat made 
By a master in's trade, 
In a bolt at your shoulders must dangle ; 
For none e’er was so vain 
To wear this to disdain 
Who a true brother was of the angle. 
Next pouch must not fail, 
StufPd as full as a mail, 
With wax, crewels, silks, hairs, furs, and feathers, 
To make several flies, 
For the several skies, 
That shall kill in despite of all weathers. 
Tho boxes and books 
For your linos and your hooks ; 
And, though not for strict need notwithstanding, 
Your scissors and hone 
To adjust your points on, 
With a net to bo sure of your landing. 
All thoso being on, 
’Tis high time wo woro gono, 
Down and upwurd, tlmt all may have pleasure, 
Till, here mooting at night, 
We shall havo the delight 
To discourse of our fortuues at leisure. 
Tho day 's not too bright, 
And the wind hits us right 
And all nature does seem to invito us ; 
Wo havo all things at will 
For to second our skill, 
As they all did couspiro to dolight us. 
