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When c you these creatures wisely choose
To practise on, which to your use
Owe their creation, and when
Fish from your arts do rescue men,*
To plot, delude, and circumvent,
Ensnare, and spoil, are innocent.
Here by these crystal streams you may
Preserve a conscience clear as they;
And when by sullen thoughts you find
Your harassed, not busied, mind
In sable melancholy clad,
Distemper'd, serious, turning sad;
Hence fetch your cure, cast in your bait,
All anxious thoughts and cares will straight
Fly with such speed, they'll7 seem to be
Possest with the hydrophoby.
The water's calmness 8 in your breast,
And smoothness on your brow, shall rest.

Away with sports of charge and noise,
And give me cheap and silent joys,9
Such as Action's game pursue,
Their fate oft makes the tale1 seem true.
The sick or sullen hawk, to-day,
Flies not ; to-morrow, quite away.
Patience and purse to cards and dice
Too oft are made a sacrifice:
The daughter's dower, th' inheritance
O' th' son, depend on one mad chance.
The harms and mischiefs which th' abuse'
Of wine doth every day produce,
Make good the doctrine of the Turks,
That in each grape a devil lurks.
And by yon 3 fading sapless tree,
'Bout which the ivy twin'd you see,
His fate's foretold, who * fondly places
His bliss in woman's soft embraces.
All pleasures, but the Angler's, bring
I' the tail repentance, like a sting.

Then on these banks8 let me sit6 down,
Free from the toilsome sword and gown;
And pity those that do7 affect
To conquer nations and protect.
My reed affords such true 8 content,
Delights so sweet and * innocent,

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As seldom fall unto1 the lot

Of sceptres, though they're justly got.

1649. Tho. Weaver, Mr. of Arts.*


He that both knew and writ the Lives of men,
Such as were once, but must not be again;
Witness his matchless Donne and Wotton, by
Whose aid he could their speculations try:

He that conversed with angels, such as were
Ouldsworth f and Featly.i each a shining star
Showing the way to Bethlem; each a saint,
Compared to whom our zealots, now, but paint.

He that our pious and learn'd Morley § knew,
And from him suck'd wit and devotion too.

He that from these such excellencies fetch'd,
That he could tell how high and far they reach'd;
What learning this, what graces th' other had;
And in what several dress each soul was clad.

Reader, this He, this Fisherman, comes forth,

And in these Fisher's weeds would shroud his worth.

Now his mute harp is on a willow hung,

With which, when finely touch'd, and fitly strung,

He could friends' passions for these times allay,

Or chain his fellow-Anglers from their prey.

But now the music of his pen is still,

And he sits by a brook, watching a quill:

Variation.] 1 As falls but seldom to the lot.—id edit.

• The son of Thomas Weaver, of Worcester. He entered of Christ's Church, Oxford, in 1633, being then seventeen years of age, and cook his Master's degree in 1640, about which time he was made one of the Chaplains or petty Canons of the Cathedral. He was ejected by the Parliament in 1648, when " he shifted from place to place, and lived upon his wits." After the Restoration, he was made an exciseman at Liverpool, and was commonly called "Captain Weaver ;" but "prosecuting too much the crimes of Poets," he died at Liverpool on the 3d of January 1662-3. His works are Songs and Poems of Love, 1654 ; Choice Drollery, with Songs and Sonnets, 1656. Wood's A then. Oxon., by Bliss, vol. iii. p. 623. No date occurs to the verses in the text in any earlier edition than the fifth.

t Dr Richard Holdsworth. See an account of him in the Fasti Oxon., by Bliss, p. 37*; and in Ward's Lives of the Gresham Professors.—H.

t Dr Daniel Fairclough, alias Feally, about whom see Athen. Oxen., by Bliss, vol. iii p. 156.—H.

, 1 Said by Hawkins to have been Dr George Morley, who became Bishop of Worcester in 1660; was translated to Winchester in 1662; and died in 1684, to whom Walton dedicated his Life of Hooker. A Life of this prelate will be found in Wood's Atken. Oxon., OJ Bliss, vol. iv. p. 149. The only thing which renders it doubtful whether Bishop Morley was alluded to, is that it would seem, from the manner in which the person is ■nentioned, that he was not then, i.e., in 1650, living.

Where with a fixt eye, and a ready hand,

He studies first to hook, and then to land

Some Trout, or Perch, or Pike; and having done,

Sits on a bank, and tells how this was won,

And that escaped his hook, which with a wile

Did eat the bait, and Fisherman beguile.

Thus, whilst some vex they from their lands are thrown,

He joys to think the waters are his own;

And like the Dutch, he gladly can agree

To live at peace now, and have fishing free.

April 3, 1650.# Edw. Powel, Mr. of Arts.\


This book is so like you, and you like it,
For harmless mirth, expression, art, and wit,
That I protest ingenuously, 'tis true,
I love this mirth, art, wit, the book, and you.

Rob. Fi.oud, C.§


SlN'CE 'tis become a common fate, that we
Must in this world or Fish or Fishers be;
And all neutrality herein's denied,
'Tis not my fault that I am not supplied
With those three grand essentials of your Art,
Luck, skill, and patience: for I have a heart
That's as inclinable as others be,
Whose fortune imps their ingenuity.

* The date does not occur in the second edition.

t Probably the Edward Powel "of the borough of Stafford, Minister," whose son Charles took his degree of B.A. in 1666, became Rector of Cheddington, and was the author of The Religious Rebel. Wood's Fasti Oxen., by Bliss, vol. ii. p. 289. An " Ed. Powel," and most likely the same person, addressed some Complimentary Verses to his "very worthy and most ingenious friend, Mr James Shirley, which are prefixed to Shirleys Poems, 8vo, 1646.

I Thus in the second, but the words "in-law" are omitted in the third and subsequent editions.

{ Elder brother of John Floud, M.A., before mentioned, and brother of Walton's first wife. See Lilt of Walton.

I These verses occur in the second edition only. For what reason Walton omitted them in the three subsequent impressions, which were published in his lifetime, it is not cisy to guess, unless it was because he thought slightingly of their merits. That it wis not from a quarrel with the author is certain, from his having addressed "An humble Eclogue" to him as late as May 1660, in which Walton calls him his "ingenious friend."

But then what make I here, to write of that,
I'm unskill'd in, and talk I know not what?
And that in verse too? Tis an itch we've got,
We must be scribbling whether learn'd or not.
Nay, here's some reason for't; the form we see
Clubbing with matter, makes a thing to be.
And trains of livery'd servitors, we know,
Makes not a prince, but signifies he's so.
Ciphers to figures join'd, make sums ; and we
Make something, Friend, when we are join'd to thee.

Yet I shall hardly praise, or like thy skill;
For we're all prone enough to catch and kill;
Thou need'st not make an art on't: they that are
Once listed in the new saint's calendar,
Do't as they pray and preach by inspiration;
No heathen rules, or old premeditation,
Nor antichristian acts; who reads our story,
Will find we do't without thy directory.

But when I think with what a pleasing art
Thou dost thy rules both practise and impart,
I am delighted too, as well as taught;
And fishes leap for joy when they are caught:
I could unman myself, and wish to be
A fish, so that I might be took by thee.
Blest then are thy companions, who with thee
Participate of such felicity,
Such undisturb'd, such dangerless delight,
That does at once both satiate and invite.
Whence more safe joy, more true contentment springs
Than from the courts of those gay pageants, kings
Or great king-riders, who still nurried are
With those grand tyrants, business and care;
And fling upon base acts, and filthy vice,
Spurr'd on by ambition and by avarice.

Whilst by some gliding river thou sit'st ciown,
Thy mind's thy kingdom, and content's thy crown,
Conversing with the silent fish, and when
Thou'rt killing them, thou think'st of once dead men;
And from oblivion and the grave set'st free
Names, whom thou robest with immortality.
For he that reads thy Wotton and thy Donne
Can't but believe a resurrection;
And spite of envy, this encomium give,
By Thee fish die; by Thee dead friends revive.

Alex. Brome."

* One of the twelve adopted sons of Ben Jonson, and the author of The Cunning £W, a Tragedy, 1654; Sengs, and other Poems, 1664; and Covent Garden Drollery,


UMCUS.est tnedicus reliquorum piscis, et istis.
Fas quibus est medicum tangere, certa salus.

Hie typus est Salvatoris mirandus Jesu,
1 Litera mysterium qualibet hujus habet.

Hiinc cupio, hunc capias (bone frater arundinis), IxOv* '■

* Solveret hie pro me debita, teque Deo. Piscis is est, et piscator, raihi credito, qualem

Vel piscatorem piscis amare velit.

1 ixers, P/scis.


Matt. xviL 27, the last words of the chapter.

Henry Bayley, Artium Magi tier.*


Magister artis docte Piscatoriae,
Waltone, salve! magne dux arundinis,
Seu tu reducta valle solus ambulas,
Prseterfluentes interim observans aquas,
Seu forte puri stans in amnis margine,
Sive in tenaci gramine et ripa sedens,
Fallis perita squameum pecus manu;
O te beatum! qui procul negotiis,
Forique et urbis pulvere et strepitu carens,
Extraque turbam, ad lene manantes aquas
Vagos honesta fraude pisces decipis.
Dmn extent ergo pene gens rnortalium
Aut retia invicem sibi et technas struunt,
Donis, ut hamo, aut divites captant senes;
Gregi natantum tu interim nectis dolos,
Voracem inescas advenam hamo lucium,

* Henry Baglev in the second, third, and fourth editions. A Henry Bagley was minister of the Savoy from 1623 to 1635.—H. t These verses occur for the first time in the fifth edition.

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