harmlesly and in a Recreation that became a Church-man.

My next and last example shall be that undervaluer of money, the late
Provost of _Eaton Colledg_, Sir _Henry Wotton_, (a man with whom I have
often fish'd and convers'd) a man whose forraign imployments in the
service of this Nation, and whose experience, learning, wit and
cheerfulness, made his company to be esteemed one of the delights of
mankind; this man, whose very approbation of Angling were sufficient to
convince any modest Censurer of it, this man was also a most dear
lover, and a frequent practicer of the Art of Angling, of which he
would say, "'Twas an imployment for his idle time, which was not idly
spent;" for Angling was after tedious study "A rest to his mind, a
cheerer of his spirits, a divertion of sadness, a calmer of unquiet
thoughts, a Moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness, and
that it begot habits of peace and patience in those that profest and
practic'd it."

Sir, This was the saying of that Learned man; and I do easily believe
that peace, and patience, and a calm content did cohabit in the
cheerful heart of Sir _Henry Wotton_, because I know, that when he was
beyond seventy years of age he made this description of a part of the
present pleasure that possest him, as he sate quietly in a Summers
evening on a bank a fishing; it is a description of the Spring, which
because it glides as soft and sweetly from his pen, as that River does
now by which it was then made, I shall repeat unto you.

This day dame Nature seem'd in love:
The lustie sap began to move;
Fresh juice did stir th'imbracing Vines,
And birds had drawn their Valentines.
The jealous _Trout_, that low did lye,
Rose at a well dissembled _flie_;
There stood my friend with patient skill,
Attending of his trembling quil.
Already were the eaves possest
With the swift Pilgrims dawbed nest:
The Groves already did rejoice,
In _Philomels_ triumphing voice:
The showrs were short, the weather mild,
The morning fresh, the evening smil'd.

_Jone_ takes her neat rubb'd pail, and now
She trips to milk the sand-red _Cow_;
Where for some sturdy foot-ball Swain,
_Jone_ strokes a _Sillibub_ or twaine.
The fields and gardens were beset
With _Tulips_, _Crocus_, _Violet_,
And now, though late, the modest _Rose_
Did more then half a blush disclose.
Thus all looks gay and full of chear
To welcome the new liveried year.

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