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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Anglers Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As inward love breeds outward talk, <br>The Hound some praise, and some the Hawk; <br>Some, better pleas'd with private sport, <br>Use Tenis; some a Mistris court: <br>But these delights I neither wish, <br>Nor envy, while I freely fish. <br>Who hunts, doth oft in danger ride; <br>Who hauks, lures oft both far & wide;<br>Who uses games, may often prove <br>A loser; but who fals in love, <br>Is fettered in fond Cupids snare: <br>My Angle breeds me no such care. <br>Of Recreation there is none <br>So free as fishing is alone; <br>All other pastimes do no less <br>Then mind and body both possess; <br>My hand alone my work can do, <br>So I can fish and study too. <br>I care not, I, to fish in seas, <br>Fresh rivers best my mind do please, <br>Whose sweet calm course I contemplate, <br>And seek in life to imitate; <br>In civil bounds I fain would keep <br>And for my past offences weep. <br>And when the timerous Trout I wait <br>To take, and he devours my bait, <br>How poor a thing, sometimes I find, <br>Will captivate a greedy mind; <br>And when none bite, I praise the wise <br>Whom vain alurements ne're surprise. <br>But yet, though while I fish I fast, <br>I make good fortune my repast; <br>And thereunto my friend invite, <br>In whom I more then that delight: <br>Who is more welcome to my dish, <br>Then to my Angle was my fish. <br>As well content no prize to take, <br>As use of taken prize to make; <br>For so our Lord was pleased, when <br>He Fishers made Fishers of men; <br>Where (which is in no other game) <br>A man may fish and praise his name. <br>The first men that our Saviour dear <br>Did chuse to wait upon him here, <br>Blest Fishers were; and fish the last <br>Food was, that he on earth did taste: <br>I therefore strive to follow those <br>Whom he to follow him hath chose. <br>signed - W.B.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Basse">William Basse</a><div class=q>
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The Hound some praise, and some the Hawk; 
Some, better pleas'd with private sport, 
Use Tenis; some a Mistris court: 
But these delights I neither wish, 
Nor envy, while I freely fish. 
Who hunts, doth oft in ..."></div>
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