The_ hils _and_ mountains _raised from the_ plains, _The_ plains _extended level with the_ ground, _The_ grounds _divided into sundry_ vains, _The_ vains _inclos'd with_ rivers _running round; These_ rivers _making way through natures chains With headlong course into the sea profound; The raging sea, beneath the vallies low, Where_ lakes, _and_ rils, _and_ rivulets _do flow. The loftie woods, the Forrests wide and long Adorn'd with leaves & branches fresh & green, In whose cool bowres the birds with many a song Do welcom with their Quire the Sumers_ Queen: _The Meadows fair, where_ Flora's _gifts among Are intermixt, with verdant grass between. The silver-scaled fish that softly swim, Within the sweet brooks chrystal watry stream. All these, and many more of his Creation, That made the Heavens, the Angler oft doth see, Taking therein no little delectation, To think how strange, how wonderful they be; Framing thereof an inward contemplation, To set his heart from other fancies free; And whilst he looks on these with joyful eye, His mind is rapt above the Starry Skie_. Sir, I am glad my memory did not lose these last Verses, because they are somewhat more pleasant and more sutable to _May Day_, then my harsh Discourse, and I am glad your patience hath held out so long, as to hear them and me; for both together have brought us within the sight of the _Thatcht House_; and I must be your Debtor (if you think it worth your attention) for the rest of my promised discourse, till some other opportunity and a like time of leisure. _Viat_. Sir, You have Angled me on with much pleasure to the _thatcht House_, and I now find your words true, _That good company makes the way seem short_; for, trust me, Sir, I thought we had wanted three miles of the _thatcht House_, till you shewed it me: but now we are at it, we'l turn into it, and refresh our selves with a cup of Ale and a little rest. _Pisc_. Most gladly (Sir) and we'l drink a civil cup to all the _Otter Hunters_ that are to meet you to morrow. _Viat_. That we wil, Sir, and to all the lovers of Angling too, of which number, I am now one my self, for by the help of your good discourse and company, I have put on new thoughts both of the Art of Angling, and of all that profess it: and if you will but meet me too morrow at the time and place appointed, and bestow one day with me and my friends in hunting the _Otter_, I will the next two dayes wait upon you, and we two will for that time do nothing but angle, and talk of fish and fishing. _Pisc_. 'Tis a match, Sir, I'l not fail you, God willing, to be at _Amwel Hil_ to morrow morning before Sunrising. CHAP. II.