The Complete Angler: Or, The Contemplative Man's Recreation, of Izaak Walton and Charles Cotton

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Little, Brown, 1867 - 445 sider

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Side 154 - Indeed, my good scholar, we may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, " Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did ; " and so, if I might be judge, " God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.
Side 118 - Slippers, lined choicely for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw, and ivy buds, With coral clasps, and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Side 119 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Side 117 - No, I thank you; but, I pray, do us a courtesy that shall stand you and your daughter in nothing, and yet we will think ourselves still something in your debt: it is but to sing us a song that was sung by your daughter when I last passed over this meadow, about eight or nine days since. MILKWOMAN. What song was it, I pray? Was it "Come, shepherds, deck your herds," or "As at noon Dulcina rested," or "Phillida flouts me," or "Chevy Chace," or "Johnny Armstrong,
Side 288 - In the loose rhymes of every poetaster ? Could I be more than any man that lives, Great, fair, rich, wise, all in superlatives, Yet I more freely would these gifts resign, Than ever fortune would have made them mine; And hold one minute of this holy leisure Beyond the riches of this empty pleasure.
Side 84 - Twas an employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent:' for Angling was, after tedious study, ' a rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness :' and ' that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it.
Side 120 - ... fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Side 10 - Here in this despis'd recess, Would I maugre winter's cold, And the summer's worst excess, Try to live out to sixty full years old, And all the while Without an envious eye On any thriving under Fortune's smile...
Side 67 - ... meet in any man, it is a double dignification of that person ;) so if this antiquity of angling, which for my part I have not forced, shall, like an ancient family, be either an...
Side 280 - God had given health and plenty ; but a wife that nature had made peevish, and her husband's riches had made purse-proud ; and must, because she was rich, and for no other virtue, sit in the highest pew in the church ; which being denied her, she engaged her husband into a contention for it, and at last into a lawsuit with a dogged neighbour who was as rich as he, and had a wife as peevish and purse-proud as the other; and this lawsuit begot higher oppositions...

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