The Complete Angler 1653

   Let me live harmlesly, and near the brink   Of Trent or Avon have a dwelling place,   Where I may see my quil or cork down sink,   With eager bit of Pearch, or Bleak, or Dace;   And on the world and my Creator think,   Whilst some men strive, ill gotten goods t'imbrace;     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 on such pleasing fancies feed their fill,   So I the fields and meadows green may view,   And daily by fresh Rivers walk at will,   Among the Daisies and the Violets blue,   Red Hyacinth, and yellow Daffadil,     Purple Narcissus, like the morning rayes,     Pale ganderglass and azure Culverkayes.   I count it higher pleasure to behold   The stately compass of the lofty Skie,   And in the midst thereof (like burning Gold)   The flaming Chariot of the worlds great eye,   The watry clouds, that in the aire up rold,   With sundry kinds of painted colour flye;     And fair Aurora lifting up her head,     Still blushing, rise from old Tithonius bed.   The hils and mountains raised from the plains,   The plains extended level with the ground,   The grounds divided into sundry vains,   The vains inclos'd with rivers running round;   These rivers making way through natures chains   With headlong course into the sea profound;     The raging sea, beneath the vallies low,     Where lakes, and rils, and rivulets do flow.   The loftie woods, the Forrests wide and long   Adorn'd with leaves & branches fresh & green,   In whose cool bowres the birds with many a song   Do welcom with their Quire the Sumers Queen:   The Meadows fair, where Flora's gifts among   Are intermixt, with verdant grass between.     The silver-scaled fish that softly swim,     Within the sweet brooks chrystal watry stream.   All these, and many more of his Creation,   That made the Heavens, the Angler oft doth see,   Taking therein no little delectation,   To think how strange, how wonderful they be;   Framing thereof an inward contemplation,   To set his heart from other fancies free;     And whilst he looks on these with joyful eye,     His mind is rapt above the Starry Skie.

Sir, I am glad my memory did not lose these last Verses, because they are somewhat more pleasant and more sutable to May Day, then my harsh Discourse, and I am glad your patience hath held out so long, as to hear them and me; for both together have brought us within the sight of the Thatcht House; and I must be your Debtor (if you think it worth your attention) for the rest of my promised discourse, till some other opportunity and a like time of leisure.

Viat. Sir, You have Angled me on with much pleasure to the thatcht House, and I now find your words true, That good company makes the way seem short; for, trust me, Sir, I thought we had wanted three miles of the thatcht House, till you shewed it me: but now we are at it, we'l turn into it, and refresh our selves with a cup of Ale and a little rest.

Pisc. Most gladly (Sir) and we'l drink a civil cup to all the Otter Hunters that are to meet you to morrow.

Viat. That we wil, Sir, and to all the lovers of Angling too, of which number, I am now one my self, for by the help of your good discourse and company, I have put on new thoughts both of the Art of Angling, and of all that profess it: and if you will but meet me too morrow at the time and place appointed, and bestow one day with me and my friends in hunting the Otter, I will the next two dayes wait upon you, and we two will for that time do nothing but angle, and talk of fish and fishing.

Pisc. 'Tis a match, Sir, I'l not fail you, God willing, to be at Amwel Hil to morrow morning before Sunrising.

CHAP. II

Viat. My friend Piscator, you have kept time with my thoughts, for the Sun is just rising, and I my self just now come to this place, and the dogs have just now put down an Otter, look down at the bottom of the hil, there in that Meadow, chequered with water Lillies and Lady-smocks, there you may see what work they make: look, you see all busie, men and dogs, dogs and men, all busie.

Pisc. Sir, I am right glad to meet you, and glad to have so fair an entrance into this dayes sport, and glad to see so many dogs, and more men all in pursuit of the Otter; lets complement no longer, but joine unto them; come honest Viator, lets be gone, lets make haste, I long to be doing; no reasonable hedge or ditch shall hold me.

Viat. Gentleman Huntsman, where found you this Otter?

Hunt. Marry (Sir) we found her a mile off this place a fishing; she has this morning eaten the greatest part of this Trout, she has only left thus much of it as you see, and was fishing for more; when we came we found her just at it: but we were here very early, we were here an hour before Sun-rise, and have given her no rest since we came: sure she'l hardly escape all these dogs and men. I am to have the skin if we kill him.

Viat. Why, Sir, whats the skin worth?

Hunt. 'Tis worth ten shillings to make gloves; the gloves of an Otter are the best fortification for your hands against wet weather that can be thought of.

Pisc. I pray, honest Huntsman, let me ask you a pleasant question, Do you hunt a Beast or a fish?

H. Sir, It is not in my power to resolve you; for the question has been debated among many great Clerks, and they seem to differ about it; but most agree, that his tail is fish: and if his body be fish too, then I may say, that a fish will walk upon land (for an Otter

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