The Compleat AnglerBell and Daldy, 186 Fleet Street, 1863 - 304 sider |
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Side 2
... walk so fast ? for this other gentleman hath declared that he is going to see a hawk that a friend mews for him . Ven . Sir , mine is a mixture of both , a little business and more pleasure ; for I intend this day to do all my business ...
... walk so fast ? for this other gentleman hath declared that he is going to see a hawk that a friend mews for him . Ven . Sir , mine is a mixture of both , a little business and more pleasure ; for I intend this day to do all my business ...
Side 12
... walks : the earth feeds man , and all those several beasts that both feed him , and afford him recreation . What pleasure doth man take in hunting the stately stag , the generous buck , the wild boar , the cunning otter , the crafty fox ...
... walks : the earth feeds man , and all those several beasts that both feed him , and afford him recreation . What pleasure doth man take in hunting the stately stag , the generous buck , the wild boar , the cunning otter , the crafty fox ...
Side 13
... walk , and talk , and live , and eat , and drink , and go a hunting : of which recreation I will say a little , and then leave Mr. Piscator to the commendation of angling . Hunting is a game for princes and noble persons ; it hath been ...
... walk , and talk , and live , and eat , and drink , and go a hunting : of which recreation I will say a little , and then leave Mr. Piscator to the commendation of angling . Hunting is a game for princes and noble persons ; it hath been ...
Side 19
... walk , I dare promise you my patience and diligent attention shall not be wanting . And if you shall make that to appear which you have undertaken , first , that it is an art , and an art worth the learning , I shall beg that I may ...
... walk , I dare promise you my patience and diligent attention shall not be wanting . And if you shall make that to appear which you have undertaken , first , that it is an art , and an art worth the learning , I shall beg that I may ...
Side 37
... walk at will , Among the daisies and the violets blue , Red hyacinth and yellow daffodil , Purple narcissus like the morning rays , Pale gander - grass , and azure culver - keys . " I count it higher pleasure to behold The stately ...
... walk at will , Among the daisies and the violets blue , Red hyacinth and yellow daffodil , Purple narcissus like the morning rays , Pale gander - grass , and azure culver - keys . " I count it higher pleasure to behold The stately ...
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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.