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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Angler's Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AWAY to the brook, <br>All your tackle out look, <br>Here's a day that is worth a year's wishing; <br>See that all things be right, <br>For 'tis a very spite <br>To want tools when a man goes a-fishing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your rod with tops two, <br>For the same will not do <br>If your manner of angling you vary <br>And full will you may think <br>If you troll with a pink, <br>One too weak will be apt to miscarry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then basket, neat made <br>By a master in's trade <br>In a belt at your shoulders must dangle; <br>For none e'er was so vain <br>To wear this to disdain, <br>Who a true Brother was of the Angle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next, pouch must not fail, <br>Stuff'd as full as a mail, <br>With wax, crewels, silks, hair, furs and feathers, <br>To make several flies, <br>For the several skies, <br>That shall kill in despite of all weathers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boxes and books <br>For your lines and your hooks, <br>And, though not for strict need notwithstanding, <br>Your scissors, and your hone <br>To adjust your points on, <br>With a net to be sure for your landing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All these things being on, <br>'Tis high time we were gone, <br>Down, and upward, that all may have pleasure; <br>Till, here meeting at night, <br>We shall have the delight <br>To discourse of our fortunes at leisure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day's not too bright, <br>And the wind hits us right, <br>And all Nature does seem to invite us; <br>We have all things at will <br>For to second our skill, <br>As they all did conspire to delight us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or stream now, or still, <br>A large pannier will fill, <br>Trout and grayling to rise are so willing; <br>I dare venture to say <br>'Twill be a bloody day, <br>And we all shall be weary of killing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away then, away, <br>We lose sport by delay, <br>But first leave all our sorrows behind us; <br>If misfortune do come, <br>We are all gone from home, <br>And a-fishing she never can find us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Angler is free <br>From the cares that degree <br>Finds itself with so often tormented; <br>And though we should slay <br>Each a hundred to-day, <br>'Tis a slaughter needs ne'er be repented.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though we display <br>All our arts to betray <br>What were made for man's pleasure and diet; <br>Yet both princes and states <br>May, for all our quaint baits, <br>Rule themselves and their people in quiet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We scratch not our pates, <br>Nor repine at the rates <br>Our superiors impose on our living; <br>But do frankly submit, <br>Knowing they have more wit <br>in demanding, than we have in giving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst quiet we sit <br>We conclude all things fit, <br>Acquiescing with hearty submission; <br>For, though simple, we know <br>The soft murmurs will grow <br>At the last into down-right sedition.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We care not who says, <br>And intends it dispraise, <br>That an Angler t'a fool is next neighbour; <br>Let him prate, what care we, <br>We're as honest as he, <br>And so let him take that for his labour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We covet no wealth <br>But the blessing of health, <br>And that greater good conscience within; <br>Such devotion we bring <br>To our God and our King, <br>That from either no offers can win.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst we sit and fish <br>We do pray as we wish, <br>For long life to our King James the Second; <br>Honest Anglers then may, <br>Or they've very foul play, <br>With the best of good subjects be reckon'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Cotton">Charles Cotton</a><div class=q>
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All your tackle out look, 
Here's a day that is worth a year's wishing; 
See that all things be right, 
For 'tis a very spite 
To want tools when a man goes a-fishing.

Your rod with tops two, 
For the same will not do 
If your..."></div>
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