In Memoriam, Izaak Walton, Obiit. 15th December, 1683 Twelve Sonnets and an Epilogue, By T. Westwood |
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THE FISHING HOUSE. |
 | In Memoriam, Izaak Walton, Obiit. 15th December, 1683 |  |
THE FISHING HOUSE.
What spot more honoured than this peaceful place?—Twice honoured, truly. Here Charles Cotton sang,
Hilarious—his whole-hearted songs, that rang
With a true note, through town and country ways,
While the Dove trout—in chorus—splashed their praise.
Here Walton sat with Cotton, in the shade,
And watched him dubb his flies, and doubtless made
The time seem short, with gossip of old days.
Their cyphers are enlaced above the door,
And in each Angler's heart, firm-set and sure.
While rivers run, shall those twin names endure—
WALTON and COTTON, linked for evermore—
And ‘Piscatoribus sacrum,’—where more fit
A motto, for their wisdom, worth and wit?
| In Memoriam, Izaak Walton, Obiit. 15th December, 1683 | |