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ON ANGLING. 129 |
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THE GUDGEON.
Loe, in a little boat whene one doth stand, That to a willow bough the while is tied, And with a pole doth stir and raise the sand, Whereat the gentle streame doth softly slide; And then with slender line and rod in hand, The eager bite not long he doth abide. Well loaded is his line, his hooke but small, A good big cork to bear the stream with all, His bait the least red worme that may be found, And at the bottome it doth always lie ; Whereat the greedy Gudgeon bites so sound, That hooke and all he swalloweth by and by, See how he strikes, and pulls them up a$ round, As if new store the place did still supply ; And when the bit doth die, or bad doth prove, Then to another place he doth remove.
John Denny. 1620. |
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THE ANGLER.
Around cap-a-pie, with baskets, bags, and rods, Worms, maggots, brass, lead, the angler's god ; More Hies than Esmeraldas land endures, (Poor Piscatorius noble luck insures.) Come home, his looks this woeful tale pronounce, The luggage half a Ion ;—the h'sh half an ounce.
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