The paine of pleasure describing in a perfect mirror, the miseries of man [by Anthony Munday] |
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Fishing, The fifteene pleasure.
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Fishing, The fifteene pleasure.
Some
take delight with Angle for to stand,
Neere halfe a day, to catch a Pickerell:
And standing so with Angle in his hand,
Perhaps he takes a paltry Shotrell.
That what a man hath taken with such paine,
He straight would throwe into the brooke againe.
Neere halfe a day, to catch a Pickerell:
And standing so with Angle in his hand,
Perhaps he takes a paltry Shotrell.
That what a man hath taken with such paine,
He straight would throwe into the brooke againe.
Some with a worme doe angle for an Eele,
Some for a Carpe doe angle with a Snaile:
But if the hooke doe catch within a Weele,
Then must of force the fishers cunning faile.
For loose the hooke, and fray thy fish away,
And stand againe without a bite all day.
Some for a Carpe doe angle with a Snaile:
But if the hooke doe catch within a Weele,
Then must of force the fishers cunning faile.
For loose the hooke, and fray thy fish away,
And stand againe without a bite all day.
And is it not a wearie kinde of sport,
To angle all day for a foolish dish:
And loose the hooke in such despightfull sorte,
And that perhaps or ere you catch a fish.
Me thinkes it should be such a foule despight,
As I should take in angling no delight.
To angle all day for a foolish dish:
And loose the hooke in such despightfull sorte,
And that perhaps or ere you catch a fish.
Me thinkes it should be such a foule despight,
As I should take in angling no delight.
Some for a Troute, will angle with a flie,
Some for a Roche, a gentill make their baite:
Some make their Flies of colours cunningly,
Of silke and haire, a prettie fine deceite
For foolish fishe, and yet tis but a toy,
Unworthie farre for to be thought a ioy.
Some for a Roche, a gentill make their baite:
Some make their Flies of colours cunningly,
Of silke and haire, a prettie fine deceite
For foolish fishe, and yet tis but a toy,
Unworthie farre for to be thought a ioy.
And yet some men doe so herein delight,
As in the making of these foolish flies,
They will attend their worke both day and night,
And in the morning vp betimes arise.
And to the brooke, and angle there all day,
And yet perhaps come emptie hand away.
As in the making of these foolish flies,
And in the morning vp betimes arise.
And to the brooke, and angle there all day,
And yet perhaps come emptie hand away.
Then iudge what spight the Fisher doth abide,
To loose his paines, and yet receiue no sport:
If I said naught, yet some that well haue tride,
The like themselues, and fished in like sorte,
Will say with me, it is a spightfull toy,
Which with much griefe doth yeeld but little ioy.
To loose his paines, and yet receiue no sport:
If I said naught, yet some that well haue tride,
The like themselues, and fished in like sorte,
Will say with me, it is a spightfull toy,
Which with much griefe doth yeeld but little ioy.
Some loue to fish with trammell, drags, bow nets,
With casting nets, and nets of other sortes:
Wherein some man his pleasure wholy sets,
And greatly cares not for no other sportes.
But let him looke hee doe not play the foole,
That with his Net, he fling into the poole.
With casting nets, and nets of other sortes:
Wherein some man his pleasure wholy sets,
And greatly cares not for no other sportes.
But let him looke hee doe not play the foole,
That with his Net, he fling into the poole.
And he that dreggeth like a water dog,
And wades to knees to catch a dish of fish:
And in the end doth draw vp but a frog,
Is not he well at ease with such a dish?
Who would not be a Fisherman to gaine,
Such daintie morsels to requite his paine?
And wades to knees to catch a dish of fish:
And in the end doth draw vp but a frog,
Is not he well at ease with such a dish?
Who would not be a Fisherman to gaine,
Such daintie morsels to requite his paine?
Perhaps againe, with wading well all day,
He catch such cold as sicknes doe insue:
An Ague then will make him shaking say,
Too late (alas) my fond delight I rue.
This wading sport, dooth yeelde so great annoy,
As that I finde in Fishing little ioy.
He catch such cold as sicknes doe insue:
An Ague then will make him shaking say,
Too late (alas) my fond delight I rue.
This wading sport, dooth yeelde so great annoy,
As that I finde in Fishing little ioy.
Now some againe, besides their labour lost,
And falling sicke with catching colde by wet:
By mashes breake, may hap to be at cost,
For Lines, and Corkes, and mending of the Net,
And that dayes worke, the mending be so deere,
As fishing scarce will pay for in a yeere.
And falling sicke with catching colde by wet:
By mashes breake, may hap to be at cost,
For Lines, and Corkes, and mending of the Net,
And that dayes worke, the mending be so deere,
As fishing scarce will pay for in a yeere.
What should I say of Fishing more then this,
Fishing vsde well, may seeme a prettie sporte:
But no delight but may be vsde amisse,
Then take delight in fishing in such sorte:
As that it proue not too much to your cost:
Nor yet lament your labour too much lost.
Fishing vsde well, may seeme a prettie sporte:
Then take delight in fishing in such sorte:
As that it proue not too much to your cost:
Nor yet lament your labour too much lost.
For Fishing sport I can not iustly blame,
If it be vsed as it ought to be:
But such delight as some haue in the same,
I cannot chuse but blame, when as I see
Some sicke, some drownd, with following the ioy,
They doe conceiue in such a foolish toy.
If it be vsed as it ought to be:
But such delight as some haue in the same,
I cannot chuse but blame, when as I see
Some sicke, some drownd, with following the ioy,
They doe conceiue in such a foolish toy.
And as of fishing, so againe I finde,
In Fowling to the ioy that some conceiue:
Would some that Fowle, but wisely way in minde,
And they should soone their ouer-sights perceiue.
When they esteeme those thinges delightfull ioyes,
Which as they vse, doe proue despightfull toyes.
In Fowling to the ioy that some conceiue:
Would some that Fowle, but wisely way in minde,
And they should soone their ouer-sights perceiue.
When they esteeme those thinges delightfull ioyes,
Which as they vse, doe proue despightfull toyes.
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