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Some greater, scorning now their narrow boat,

In mighty bulks and ships (like courts) do Too well I know the Gsher's thanklesse pain; Yet bear it cheerfully, nor dare repine :

Slaving the skiffes that in their seas do foat; To grudge at losse is fond, (too ford and vain),

Their silken sails with windes do prondly swell: When highest causes justly it assigne. Who bites the stone, and yet the dog condemnes, and make full room for luxurie and pride.

Their narrow bottomes stretch they large and wide, Much worse is than the beast he so contemnes.

'Self did I see a swain not long ago,
Chromis, how many fishers clost thou know,
That rule their boats, and use their nets aright? about him thousand boats do waiting row;

Whose lordly ship kept all the rest in aw:
That neither winde, nor time, nor tide foreslow?
Such some have been ; but, ah! by tempests’spite, while all the fisher-boyes their bonnets rail,

His frowns are death, his word is firmest law; Their boats are lost; while we may sit and moan,

And farre adore thcir lord with strucken sail.
That few were such, and now those few are none.

His eare is shut to simple fisher-swain ;

for Gemma's self (a sea-nymph great and high) Ah, cruel spite, and spiteful crueltie,

Upon his boat attended long in vain : That thus hath robb’d our joy and descrt shore!

Wbat hope poore fisher-boy may come him No more our seas shall bear your melody'; [more:

nigh? Your songs and thrilling pipes shall sound no His speech to her and presence he denied, Silent our shores, our seas are vacant quite.

llad Neptune come, Neptune he had dcfied. Ab, spiteful crueltie, and cruel spite !

Where Tyber's swelling wares his banks o'erflow,

There princely fishers' dwell in courtly hails: Instead of these, a crew of idle grooms,

The trade they scorn, their hands forget to row; Idle and bold, that never saw the seas,

Their trade, to plot their rising, others' falls : Fearlesse succeed, and fill their empty rooms : Into their seas to draw the lesser brooks,

Some lazy live, bathing in wealth and ease : And fish for steeples high, with golden hooks. Their floating boats with waves have leave to play, Their rusty hooks all yeare keep holiday.

while the people adopt, along with divine and

necessary truths, they may be properly said to Here stray their skiffes, themselves are never bere;

“ drink iheir life and death together." Ne'er saw their boats: ill mought they fishers be: 4 This is not the first instance that we have of Meantime some wanton boy the boat doth steer, the poet's using the figure of a ship and seamen in

(Poor boat the while!) that cares as much as he: an allegorical sense. Sir David Lindsay, who Who iu a brook a wherry cannot row,

wrote in the reign of James V. of Scotland, (alout Now backs the seas, before the seas he know. a hundred years before our poet) in speaking of

the clergy of bis time, draws a picture which has a striking resemblance to this of Fletcher's, though

in rougher mcasure. Ah, foolish lads! that think with waves to play, And rule rough seas, which never knew com

-To Peter and Paul though they succeed, First in some river thy new skill essay, (mand ! I think they prove not that into their deed.

Till time and practice teach thy weakly hand : For Peter, Andrew, and John, were fishers fine, A thin, thin plank keeps in thy vital breath:

Of men and women to the Christian faith : Death ready waits. Fond boyes, to play with death!

But they have spread their net, with hook and line,

On rents, riches, on gold and other graith :

Such fishing to neglect they will be laith. Some, stretching in their boats, supinely sleep, For why, they hare fished over-thwart strands,

Seasons in vain recall’d, and windes neglecting: A great part truly of all temporal lands. Others their hooks and baits in poison steep, Christ did command Peter to feed his sheep;

Neptune himself with deathful drugges infecting: And so he did them feed full tenderly ; The fish their life and death together drink, Of that command they take but little keep, And dead pollute the scas with venom'd stink. But Christes sheep they spoil most piteously,

And with the wool they clothe them curiously : Some teach to work, but have no bands to row: Like greedy wolves they take of them their food : Some will be eves, but have no light to see :

They eate their flesh, and drink both milk and blood. Some will be guides, but have no feet to go : As who would make a steersman to a barge Some deaf, yet eares; some dumbe, yet tongues Of one blind born, which can on danger see: will be:

(all; If that ship drown, forsooth 1 say for me, Dumbe, deaf, lame, blinde and maim'd; yet fishers Who gave the steersman such commission, Fit for no use, but store an hospital.

Should of the ship make restitution. &c.

Sir D. Lindsay's Works, 3d B. of the Monarchy. ? See Eclogue II. 3 Poisonous and pernicious doctrines, which




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Thelgon, how can'st thou well that fisher blame,

Who in his art so highly doth excel,
That with hiniself can raise the fisher's name?

Well may be thrive, that spends his art so well.
Ah, little needs their bonour to de presse :
Little it is ; yet most would have it lesse.

Oh, Prince of waters! Sovereigne of seas !
Whom storms and calıns, whom windes and waves

If ever that great fisher did thee please,

Chiile thou the windes, and furious waves allay:
So on thy shores the fisher-boyes shall sing
Swecl songs of peace to our sweet peace's King.










ECLOGUE V. Alas, poor boy! thy shallow-gwimming sight

Can never dire into their deepest art, *Those silken shows so dimme lliy dazzled sight. Couldst thou unmask their pomp, uubreast their

heart, How would'st thou laugh at this rich beggerie !

Algon, walking sorrowfully along the banks of the And learn to hate such happy miserie !

Trent, is met by Damon, who kindly enquires

the cause of his amiction ; but at the same time Panting ambition spurres their tired breast;

upi raids him, that, while all nature is gay and Hope chain'd to doubt, fear link'd to pride and joyful, be alone should grieve. Algon describes threat,

his fee:ings, and Damon from thence discovers (Too ill yok'd pairs) give them no time to rest ; his passion for Nicra. Algon complains of bis

Tyrants to lesser boats, slaves to the great. fate, and Damon comforts him by reaching him That man I rather pitie than adore,

how to win bis mistress's affection. Nicæa herself W bo, fear’d by others much, fears others more. is introduced, and yiclds at length to the suit of

Algon, and intercession of Damon. Most cursed town, where but onc tyrant reigns!

(Though lesse his single rage on many spent ;) But much more miserie that soul remains,

When many tyrants in one h art are pent :
When thus thou serv'st, the comfort thou cann'st

The well-known fisher-boy, that late his name, From greatnesse is, thou art a greater slave.

And place, and (ah, for pity!) mirth had


Which from the Musas' spring and churlish Chame Ah, wretched stains, that live in fishers' trade;

Was fied, (his glory late, but now his shame;

For he with spite the gentle boy estrang'd :) With inward griefs and outward wants distress'd;

Now long the Trent' with his new fellows rang'd: While every day doth more your sorrow lade;

There Damon (friendly Damon!) met the boy, By others scorn'd, and by yourselves op

Where lor.lly Trent kisses the Darwin coy, press'd! The great the greater serve, the lesser these :

Bathing his liquid streams in lovers' melting joy. And all their art is how to rise and please.



Algon, what lucklesse starre thy mirth hath blasted? Those fisher-swains, from whom our trade doth

My joy in thee, and thou in sorrow drown't. flow,

The yeare, with winter storms all rent and wasted, That by the King of seas their skill were taught, Hath now fresh youth and gentler seasons tasted : As they their boats on Jordan ware did row,

The warmer Sun bis brile hath newly gown'd, And, catching fish, were by a fisher caught;

With firie arins clipping the wanton ground, (Ah, blessed chance!) much better was the trade,

And 'gets an Heaven on Earth: that primrose there, That being fishers, thus were fishes made.

Which 'mongst those vilets sheds his golden hair,

Seems the Sunde's little sonne, fixt in his azure XXIX.

spheare. Those happy swains, in ontward shew unblest, Were scourg'd, were scorn'd; yet was this losse their gain :

Seest how the dancing lambes on Gowrie banks By land, by sea, in life, in death distrest;

Forget their food, to mind their sweeter play? But now with King of seas securely reigne: Seest how they skip, and, in their wanton pranks, For that short wo in this base earthly dwelling, Borud o'er the hillocks set in sportful ranks? Enjoying joy all excellence excelling.

They skip, they vault, full little caren they

To make their milkie mothers bleating stay.
Then do not thou, my boy, cast down thy minde,

But seek to please, with all thy busie care, i Trent is the third river of note in England: it The King of seas; so shalt thou surely finde rises by Mowcon-hill near Cheshire, and, after a

Rest, quiet, joy, in all this troublous fare. long passage, loses itself in the great istuary of I et not thy net, thy hook, thy singing cease: Humber. It is said to derive its name from thirty Aud pray these tempests may be turn’d to peace. rivers which it receives in its course.



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Seest how the salmons (water's colder nation)
Lately arriv'd from their sea navigation, (fashion?,
How joy leaps in their heart, shew by their leaping Damon, what Tryphon taught thine eye the art

By thes few signs to search so soon, so well, What witch enchants thy minde with sullen A wound deep hid, deep in my fester'd heart, madnesse?

[plaining. Pierc'd by her eye, Love's and Death's pleasing When all things smile, thou only sitt'st com


Ah, she it is, an earthly Heav'n and Hell, Damon, I, only I, have cause of sadnesse :

Who thus hath charm'd my heart with sugred spell.

(ease The more my wo, to weep in common gladvesse : When all eyes shine, mine only must be raining; or give a med'cine that such wound may please;

Ease thou my wound : but, ah! what hand can No winter now, but in my breast, remaining: Yet feels this breast a summer's burning fever :

When she, my sole physician, is my soul's

disease ? And yet (alas !) my winter thaweth never : And yet (alas !) this fire eats and consumes me ever. v.

Poore boy! the wounds wbich spite and love imDAMON.

There is no ward to fence, no herb to ease. [part, Within bur Darwin?, in ber rockie cell,

Heaven's circling folds lie open to his dart: A nymph there lives, which thousand boyes hath | Hell's Lethe's self cools not his burning smart : All as she gliding rides in boats of shell, [harm’d; The fishes cold flame with this strong disease, Darting her eyes, (where spite and beauty dwell: And want their water in the midst of seas :

Ay me, that spite with beautie should be arm’d!) | All are his slaves, Hell, Earth, and Heaven above.

Her witching eye the boy and boat hath charm’d. Strive not i'th' net, in vain thy force to prove. No sooner drinks he down that pois'nous eye, Give, woo, sigh, weep, and pray: Love's only But mourns and pines : (ab piteous crueltie!)

cur'd by love. With her he longs to live ; for her he longs to die. 2 The salmon, during the winter season, con

If for thy lote no other cure there be, [and art, stantly frequents the sea, where the water is warmer, and not subject to be frozen, as the rivers She scorns both you and me: nay, Love, even

Lore, thou art curelesse: gifts, pray'rs, vows, are; but, upon the approach of spring, they steer

thee: up the rivers, where, in the warın weather, they Thou sigh’st her prisoner, while she laughs as free. deposite their spawn. Their power of surmounting the most surprising obstacles in their way, is

Whatever charis might move a gentle heart, as well known as it is curious. When a weire or a

I oft have tried, and show'd the earnful smart food-gate comes in their way, they will not take Art, pray’rs, vows, gifts, love, grief, she does

Which eats my breast : she laughs at all my pain : their leap inniediately, but remain still for a

disdain : while in some pool, till they gather strength after Grief, love, gifts, vows, pray'rs, art, ye all are

[spent in vain. the fatigue of swimming, and then coning below the flood-gate, they bend themselves in a circle, with their tail in their mouth, and, exerting their utmost force, spring upwards sometimes to the Algon, oft hast thou fish'd, but sped not straight; height of eight fect perpendicular.

Withi hook and net thou beat'st the water round: This is described by Ausonius:

Oft-times the place thou changest, oft the bait; Nec te puniceo rutilantem viscere, Salmo,

And, catching nothing, still and still dost wait: Transierim, latæ cujus vaga verbera caudæ

Learn by thy trade to cure thee : time hath

found Gurgite de medio summas referuntur in undas.

Iu desp'rare cures, a salve for ev'ry wound. And our countryman, the ingenious Mr. Moses

The fish, long playing with the baited hook, Brownc, in his excellent Piscatory Eclogues, has At last is caught : thus many a nymph is took ; given a very accurate and poetical representation Mocking the strokes of lore, is with her striking of what I have here related, from which I shall

strook. transcribe a few lines. What various tribes to Ocean's realms belong,

ALGON. He taught and number'd in his changing song: The marble's self is pierc'd with drops of rain : How, wand'ring from the main, the salmon-broods Fires soften steel, and hardest metals try: Their sumnier pleasures seek in fresher floods ; But she more hard than both : such her disdain, With strength incredible, the scaly race

That seas of tears, Ætuas of love are vain.
O'er rocks and weires their upward passage trace: In her strange heart (weep I, burn, pine, or die ;)
Bent head to tail, in an elastic ring,

Still reigns a cold, coy, careless apathie:
Safe o'er the steepest precipice they spring.
In l'ivy's stream, a rock of ancient fame,

The whole county of Derby (and the banks of this Still bears of salmon-leap th' according name. river in particular) are remarkable for the agree

Ecl. iv. I. 68. able vicissitude of wild and cultivated scenes; and 3 The Darwin, or Derwent, a large and beautiful I have heard it well named the epitome of Greatriver, takes its rise in the Peak-hills of Derbyshire, Britain: for, in a few hours travelling, one may and, after a course of thirty miles, sometimes have a specimen by turus of all the different among huge rocks, and sometimes through beauti- beauties of every county, from the richest and ful meadows, falls into the Trent below Elwaston. inost cultivated to the wildest and most romantic








The rock that bears her name, breeds that hard stone

Speak to her boy. With goat's blood only soft'ned * ; she with none :

AIGON. More precious she, and ah more bard than

Love is more deaf than blinde.

That rock I think her mother: thence she took She must be woo'd.

Her name and nature. Damon, Damon, see?
See where she comes, arm'd with a line and hook':
Tell me, perhaps thou think'st in that sweet look said she, “ good general, leave the angling line to
The wbite is beauty's native tapestrie?

us kings and queens of Pharos and Canopus; it 'Tis crystalle, friend, ye'd in the frozen sea:

becomes you to angle for cities, kingdoms, and The red is rubie ; these two, joyn’d in one,

princes.” -Plutarch, Marc. Anton. Make up that beauteous frame, the difference The amusement of angling is one of those which

are most natural to man, as well as most delight. But this, she is a precious, living, speaking stone. ful. We may account for our relish fui this, as

well as for soine others of the like sports, from an original and instinctive principle in our nature. In

the early ages of society, man bas recourse to No gemme so costly but with cost is bought:

fishing, hunting, and fouling, for his sole subThe hardest stone is cut and fram'd by art: sistence: he is instructed b; natural instinct in the A diamond hid in rocks is found, if sought:

means of rendering inferior animals subservient to Be she a diamond, a diamond's wronght.

bis use; and Providence has bountifully ordained, Thy fear congeals, thy fainting steels her heart. that those actions which are necessary for our I'll be thy captain, boy, and take thy part:

preservation, should constantly be attended with Alcides' self would never combat two.

a sense of pleasure. It is not then to be wondered Take courage, Algon ; I will teach thee woo

at, that we should take delight in that as an Cold beggars freeze our gifts: thy faint suit breeds amusement, on which, in particular circumstances, her no.

He must depend for our support.

The innocence of angling, and the beautiful scene A stone called Nicæa, which has that fabulous with which it is acquainted, have particularly recom

mnended it to many nien of genius, especially such as property here remarked. 5 The women here are described as fishing, not

are fond of retirement and contemplation. Were I with the net, but with the line and hook, which is

to enumerate these, I should mention a Wotton, a a manner of fishing less laborious and more pleas- Waller, a Gay, and indeed innumerable others; ing. The practice of angling with the line and

some of whom, who have given proofs of a genius rod has been known in all ages, as appears from suited to a higher theme, have not disc ened to the oldest of the classical writers, and from many employ their pen on the subject of angling. Of passages in scripture : Job, chap. xli. 1, 2.- Amos, these I shall but mention one, who from eminence chap. iv. 2.-- Isaiah, chap. xix. 8. Some have

is stiled, the Father of Anglers; the amiable Mr. supposed it to have been invented with other useful Isaac Walton. His book is indeed a treasure;

and the test of his merit is, that it recommends arts by Seth the son of Adam. Theocritus, in bis Eclogne of the Fishers, not

itself to all readers, even to those who have not only describes the manner of playing the bajt, but

the least inclination to the art which it teaches. all the materials for ang!ing, as the line made of The delightful scenes which be so artiessly dehorse-hair, &c.—T'nat angling was in use as an

scribes, the ingeniosis siniplicity of his observations, amusement in ancient days, appears from many

and the candour and honesty of heart which shine authorities, particularly from the humourous story

in every page, hare well entitled it to the rank of of Anthony and Cleopatra.

a classical performance. Walion's Compleat Anthony took particular pleasure in angling. Angier has gone through many editions, the best and Cleopatra and he used often to amuse them.

of which is that published in 1760, with critical selves with that recreation ; but being one day and explanatory notes by Mr. Hawkins of Twickenattended with bad luck, and much concerned to

ham, whose sentiments and stile are peculiarly appear before the queen without his usual address aslapted to those of the author whom he illustrates. and good fortune, he gave orders to some of his Walton was likewise an excellent biographer, and fisherinen to dive secretly under water, and to

wiote the lives of Dr. Donne, Sir Henry Wotton, fasten to his hrok some of the largest fishes which Bishop Sanderson, Mr. George Herbert, and Mr. they had taken in their nets. His orders were

Richard Rooker. all of them bis cotemporarios, punctually executed : Cleopatra expressed in

While opo! the subject of the pleasures of

appearance great surprize and admiration every time angling, I will transcribe, as a specimen of the he drew up his line; but being well apprised of the powers of a modern to imitate the older poets, a artifice, she caused one of her own attendants to short passage vibich has many beauties. dive secretly uprler water and to fasten to Anthony's Let us our steps direct where father-Thame hook a large dried fish of that kind which is brought In silver windings draws bus humid train, from Potus. When Anthony drew up his line, And pours, where-e'er be rolls his naval stream, the whole company was highly diverted at the Pomp on the city, plenty o'er the plain : sight of the salt-fish, and laughed heartily at the Or by the banks of Isis shall we stray, triumvir's extraordinary good luck; but he puti (Ah, why so long from Isis' banks away!) ing on a serious air, and seeming not to relish the Where thousand damsels dance, and thousand joke, the queen took him io her arms; Leave,"

shepherds play? YOL VL


Love's tongue is in the eyes.

Speech is love's dart.

Silence best speaks the minde.

Her eye invites.

Thencc love and death I finde.

Her smiles speak peace.

Storms breed in smiling skies

His inward grief in outward change appears ;

His cheeks with sudden fires bright-Haming glow; Which, quench'd, end all in ashes: storms of

Becloud his eyes, which soon forc'd smiling cleares:

Thick tides of passions ever ebbe and flow :
And as his flesh still wastes, his griefs still grow.

Damon, the wounds deep-rankling in the minde
What herbs could ever cure? what art could finde ?
Blinde are mine eyes to see wounds in the soul
most blinde.


ALCOX, Hard maid ! 'tis worse to mock than make a wound :

(see Why should'st thou then (fair cruel!) scorn to What thou by seeing mad'st? my sorrow's ground Was in thy eye, may by thine eye be found :

Pɔw can thine eye most sharp in wounding be,

In seeing dull? these two are one in thee,
To see and wound by sight: thine eye the dart.
Fair cruel maid, thou well bast learnt the art,
With the same eye to see, to wound, to cure my


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What, ho! thou fairest maid, turn back tbine oare, What cures thy wounded heart ?
And gently deigne to help a fisher's smart.


Thy heart so wounded.
Are thy fines broke? or are thy trammels tore?
If thou desir'st my help, unhide the sore.

Is't love to wound thy love?









Ah, gentlest nymph! oft have I heard, thy art

Love's wounds are pleasing.
Cae sor'raigne herbs to ev'ry grief impart.

So may'st thou live the fisher's song and joy,
As thou wilt deigne to cure this sickly boy.

Why plain'st thou then?
Unworthy they of art, who of their art are coy!

Because thou art unwounded. Amid the pleasaunce of Arcadian scenes, Thy wound my cure: on this my plaint is grounded.

Love steals his silent arrows on my breast; Nor falls of water, nor enainel'd greens,

Cures are diseases, when the wounds are easing : Can soothe my anguish, or invite to rest. You, dear Ianthe, you alone impart

Why would'st thou have me please thee by dis

pleasing? Balm to my wounds, and cordial to my smart : The apple of mine eye! the life-blood of my heart!

Scorn'd love is death ; love's mutual wounds de' With line of silk, with hook of barbed steel,

lighting : Beneath this oaken umbrage let us lye,

Happie thy love, my love to thine uniting. {ing. And from the water's crystal bosom steal

Love paying debts grows rich; requited in requitUpon the grassy bank the finny prey :

XVIII. The perch, with purple speckled many fold; The eel, in silver labrinth self-inroll'd, : [gold. What, lives alone Nicæa ? starres most chaste And carp, all burnish'd o'er with drops of scaly

Have their conjunctions, sphearts their mixt Or shall the meads invite, with Iris-hues

embraces, And Nature's pencil gay diversify'd,

And mutual folds. Nothing can single last :
(For now the Sun hath lick'd away the dews),

But die in living, in increasing waste.
Fair-flushing, and bedeck'd like virgin-bride!
Thither, for they invite us, we'll repair,

-Amante e il Cielo, amante
Collect and weave (whate'er is sweet and fair) La terra, amante il mare.
A posy for thy breast, a garland for thy hair.

Quella, che là sù miri inanzi a l'alba Hymn to May, by W. Thompson Cosi leggiadra stella, William Thompson, an excellent modern poet, Arde d'amor anch'ella, ed essa ehe'nnamora was a professed admirer of Phineas Fletcher's Innaniorata splende: poetry, and in his preface to the beautiful hymn E questa è forse l'hora to May, from which the above stanzas are Che le furtive sue dolcezze, el seno taken, he declares he intended that composition Del caro amante lassa, as an imitation of Fletcher and of Spenser. His Volila pur come sfavilla e ride. poems are printed at Oxford, 1757.

Pastor Fido di. GUARINI, att. 1. sc. I.


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