The Compleat AnglerBell and Daldy, 186 Fleet Street, 1863 - 304 sider |
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Side ix
... HONEST ANGLER . THINK fit to tell thee these following truths , that I did neither undertake , nor write , nor publish , and much less own , this Discourse to please myself ; and , having been too easily drawn to do all to please others ...
... HONEST ANGLER . THINK fit to tell thee these following truths , that I did neither undertake , nor write , nor publish , and much less own , this Discourse to please myself ; and , having been too easily drawn to do all to please others ...
Side x
... honest Nat . and R. Roe ; but they are gone , and with them most of my pleasant hours , even as a shadow that passeth away and returns not . And next let me add this , that he that likes not the book , should like the excellent picture ...
... honest Nat . and R. Roe ; but they are gone , and with them most of my pleasant hours , even as a shadow that passeth away and returns not . And next let me add this , that he that likes not the book , should like the excellent picture ...
Side xiii
... than to wish him a rainy evening to read this following Discourse ; and that , if he be an honest Angler , the east wind may never blow when he goes a fishing . I. W. CONTENTS . PART I. FIRST DAY . Chap . I. TO THE READER . xiii.
... than to wish him a rainy evening to read this following Discourse ; and that , if he be an honest Angler , the east wind may never blow when he goes a fishing . I. W. CONTENTS . PART I. FIRST DAY . Chap . I. TO THE READER . xiii.
Side 8
... forth such ditties as no art or instrument can reach to ! Nay , the smaller birds also do the like in their particular seasons , as , namely , the laverock , the tit- lark , the little linnet , and the honest robin 8 THE COMPLETE ANGLER .
... forth such ditties as no art or instrument can reach to ! Nay , the smaller birds also do the like in their particular seasons , as , namely , the laverock , the tit- lark , the little linnet , and the honest robin 8 THE COMPLETE ANGLER .
Side 9
Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton. lark , the little linnet , and the honest robin , that loves mankind both alive and dead . But the nightingale , another of my airy creatures , breathes such sweet loud music out of her little in- strumental ...
Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton. lark , the little linnet , and the honest robin , that loves mankind both alive and dead . But the nightingale , another of my airy creatures , breathes such sweet loud music out of her little in- strumental ...
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Side 97 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Side 68 - But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date, nor age no need, Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee and be thy love.
Side 67 - 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 67 - Trust me, Master, it is a choice song, and sweetly sung by honest Maudlin. I now see it was not without cause that our good Queen Elizabeth did so often wish herself a Milkmaid all the month of May, because they are not troubled with fears and cares, but sing sweetly all the day, and sleep securely all the night : and, without doubt, honest, innocent, pretty Maudlin does so.
Side 67 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Side 220 - Time had piled up at the gates of death, so when I would beget content, and increase confidence in the power, and wisdom, and providence of Almighty God, I will walk the meadows, by some gliding stream, and there contemplate the lilies that take no care, and those very many other various little living creatures that are not only created, but fed, man knows not how, by the goodness of the God of Nature, and therefore trust in Him.
Side 211 - And yet God deliver us from pinching poverty, and grant that, having a competency, we may be content and thankful ! Let us not repine, or so much as think the gifts of God unequally dealt, if we see another abound with riches, when, as God knows, the cares that are the keys that keep those riches hang often so heavily at the rich man's girdle, that they clog him with weary days and restless nights, even when others sleep quietly. We see but the outside of the rich man's happiness; few consider him...
Side 211 - The diligent hand maketh rich ' ; and it is true indeed : but he considers not that it is not in the power of riches to make a man happy ; for it was wisely said, by a man of great observation, ' That there be as many miseries beyond riches as on this side of them.
Side 68 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle...
Side 36 - With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest. The groves already did rejoice In Philomel's triumphing voice. The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled.