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THE THAMES.
Glide gently, thus for ever glide, O Thames ! that anglers all may see, As lovely visions by thy side As now, fair river come to me.
O glide fair stream ! for ever so, Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, Till all our minds for ever flow As thy deep waters now are flowing. |
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FISHING FOR GUDGEON AND ROACHES.
You that fish for dace and roaches, Carps or trenches,, bonus noches, Thou wert borne betweene two dishes, "When the Friday signe was Fishes. Angler's yeares are made and spent All in Ember weekes and Lent; Breake thy rod about thy noddle, Throw thy worms and flies by the pottle, Keep thy cork to stop thy bottle : Make straight thy hooke, and be not afraid
To shave thy beard ; That, in case of started stitches, Hooke and line may mend thy breeches.
1656. |
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