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There blissful thoughts his mind engage, To crouded noisy scenes unknown ;
Wak'd by some bard's instructive page, Or calm reflections all his own. If health, &c.
Thus whether groves or meads he roams, Or by the stream his Angle tends;
Pleasure in sweet succession comes, And the sweet rustic never ends. If health, &c.
As things most lov'd exite our talk, Some praise the hound, and some the hawk Whilst those who chuse less rustic sport, Tennis, or some fair mistress court:
But these delights I neither wish,
Nor envy, while I freely fish.
Who hunt, in dangers often ride ;
Who hawk, oft lure both far and wide;
Who game, shall frequent losses prove ;
While the fond wretch allur'd to love, Is fetter'd in blind cupid's snare— My Angle breeds me no such care.
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