The Compleat Angler, Or, The Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being a Discourse of Fish and Fishing Not Unworthy the Perusal of Most Anglers

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J.M. Dent, at Aldine House, 1896 - Electronic books - 319 pages
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Page 152 - Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did ; " and so, if I might be judge, " God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.
Page 153 - There sit by him, and eat my meat, There see the sun both rise and set: There bid good morning to next day, There meditate my time away: And angle on, and beg to have A quiet passage to a welcome grave.
Page 152 - And raise my low-pitch'd thoughts above Earth, or what poor mortals love : Thus, free from lawsuits and the noise Of princes' Courts, I would rejoice ; Or, with my Bryan and a book, Loiter long days near...
Page 149 - ... rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music shews you have your closes, And all must die.
Page 54 - Let me live harmlessly, and near the brink Of Trent or Avon have a dwelling-place; Where I may see my quill, or cork, down sink, With eager bite of pike, or bleak, or dace; And on the world and my creator think: Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t' embrace; And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or worse, in war or wantonness.
Page 105 - Slippers, lined choicely for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw, and ivy buds, With coral clasps, and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Page 101 - ... which broke their waves, and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the swollen udders of their bleating dams. As I thus sat...
Page 106 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Page 75 - I'll be as certain to make him a good dish of meat as I was to catch him : I 'll now lead you to an honest ale-house, where we shall find a cleanly room, lavender in the windows, and twenty ballads stuck about the wall.
Page li - I'll tell you, scholar, when I sat last on this primrose bank, and looked down these meadows, I thought of them as Charles the Emperor did of the city of Florence : " that they were too pleasant to be looked on, but only on holidays.

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