Gentlemen, these were a part of the thoughts that then possest me, and I there made a conversion of a piece of an old Ketch, and added more to it, fitting them to be sung by us Anglers: Come, Master, you can sing well, you must sing a part of it as it is in this paper. [Illustration: Song with notes] The ANGLERS Song. _For two Voyces, Treble and Basso. CANTUS. Mr. Henry Lawes_. An's life is but vain; for 'tis subject to pain, and sorrow, and short as a buble; 'tis a hodge podge of business, and mony, and care; and care, and mony, and trouble. But we'l take no care when the weather proves fair, nor will we vex now though it rain; we'l banish all sorrow, and sing till tomorrow, and Angle, and Angle again. The ANGLERS song. _BASSUS. For two Voyces. By Mr. Henry Lawes_. An's life is but vain; for 'tis subiect to pain and sorrow, and short as a buble, 'tis a hodge podge of business, and mony, and care; and care, and mony, and trouble. But we'l take no care when the weather proves fair, nor will we vex now though it rain; we'l banish all sorrow, and sing till to morrow, and Angle, and Angle again. _Pet_. I marry Sir, this is Musick indeed, this has cheered my heart, and made me to remember six Verses in praise of Musick, which I will speak to you instantly. _Musick, miraculous Rhetorick, that speak'st sense Without a tongue, excelling eloquence; With what ease might thy errors be excus'd Wert thou as truly lov'd as th'art abus'd. But though dull souls neglect, and some reprove thee, I cannot hate thee, 'cause the Angels love thee_. _Piscat_. Well remembred, brother _Peter_, these Verses came seasonably. Come, we will all joine together, mine Hoste and all, and sing my Scholers Ketch over again, and then each man drink the tother cup and to bed, and thank God we have a dry house over our heads. _Pisc_. Well now, good night to every body. _Pet_. And so say I. _Viat_. And so say I. _Cor_. Good night to you all, and I thank you. _Pisc_. Good morrow brother _Peter_, and the like to you, honest _Coridon_; come, my Hostis sayes there's seven shillings to pay, lets each man drink a pot for his mornings draught, and lay downe his two shillings, that so my Hostis may not have occasion to repent her self of being so diligent, and using us so kindly. _Pet_. The motion is liked by every body; And so Hostis, here's your mony, we Anglers are all beholding to you, it wil not be long ere Ile see you again. And now brother _Piscator_, I wish you and my brother your Scholer a fair day, and good fortune. Come _Coridon_, this is our way. CHAP. XII. _Viat_. Good Master, as we go now towards _London_, be still so courteous as to give me more instructions, for I have several boxes in my memory in which I will keep them all very safe, there shall not one of them be lost.