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 OF all the World's Enjoyments, That ever valu'd were; There's none of our Employments, With Fishing can Compare: Some Preach, some Write, Some Swear, some Fight, All Golden Lucre courting, But Fishing still bears off the Bell; For Profit or for Sporting. ''Then who a Jolly Fisherman, a Fisherman will be? His Throat must wet,      Just like his Net,   To keep out Cold at Sea.''

The Country Squire loves Running, A Pack of well-mouth'd Hounds; Another fancies Gunning For wild Ducks in his Grounds: This Hunts, that Fowls, This Hawks, Dick Bowls, No greater Pleasure wishing, But Tom that tells what Sport excells, Gives all the Praise to Fishing, Then who, &c.

A good Westphalia Gammon, Is counted dainty Fare; But what is't to a Salmon, Just taken from the Ware: Wheat Ears and Quailes, Cocks, Snipes, and Rayles; Are priz'd while Season's lasting, But all must stoop to Crawfish Soop, Or I've no skill in tasting. Then who, &c.

Keen Hunters always take too Their prey with too much pains; Nay often break a Neck too, A Pennance for no Brains: