This day Dame Nature seemd in love,
The lusty sap began to move,
Fresh juice did stir th embrag vines,
And birds had drawn their valentines.
The jealous trout that low did lie,
Rose at a well-dissembled ?ie.
There stood my friend, with patient skill,
Attending of his trembling quill.
SIR H. WOTTON.
IT is said that many an unlucky ur is io run away from his family aake himself to a seafaring life from reading the history of Robinson Crusoe; and I suspect that, in like manner, many of those worthy gentlemen whiven to haunt the sides of pastoral streams with angle-rods in hand may trace the in of their passion to the seductive pages of ho Izaak Walton. I recollect studying his plete Angler several years sin pany with a knot of friends in America, and moreover that we were all pletely bitten with the angling mania. It was early in the year, but as soon as the weather icious, and that the spring began to melt into the verge of summer, we took rod in hand and……（内容加载失败！）
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