Halcius. No Forrester, it so must not be borne away,
    But heare what for himselfe the Fisher first can say,
    The Chrystall current Streames continually I keepe,
    Where euery Pearle-pau’d Foard, and euery Blew-eyd deepe
    With me familiar are; when in my Boate being set,
    My Oare I take in hand, my Augle and my Net 120
    About me; like a Prince my selfe in state I steer,
    Now vp, now downe the Streame, now am I here, now ther,
    The Pilot and the Fraught my selfe; and at my ease
    Can land me where I list, or in what place I please,
    The Siluer-scaled Sholes, about me in the Streames,
    As thick as ye discerne the Atoms in the Beames,
    Neare to the shady Banck where slender Sallowes grow,
    And Willows their shag’d tops downe t’wards the waters bow
    I shove in with my Boat to sheeld me from the heat,
    Where chusing from my Bag, some prou’d especiall bayt, 130
    The goodly well growne Trout I with my Angle strike,
    And with my bearded Wyer I take the rauenous Pike,
    Of whom when I haue hould, he seldome breakes away
    Though at my Lynes full length, soe long I let him play
    Till by my hand I finde he well-nere wearyed be,
    When softly by degrees I drawe him vp to me. 
    The lusty Samon to, I oft with Angling take,
    Which me aboue the rest most Lordly sport doth make,
    Who feeling he is caught, such Frisks and bounds doth fetch,
    And by his very strength my Line soe farre doth stretch, 140
    As draws my floating Corcke downe to the very ground,
    And wresting at my Rod, doth make my Boat turne round. 
    I neuer idle am, some tyme I bayt my Weeles,
    With which by night I take the dainty siluer Eeles,
    And with my Draughtnet then, I sweepe the streaming Flood,
    And to my Tramell next, and Cast-net from the Mud,
    I beate the Scaly brood, noe hower I idely spend,
    But wearied with my worke I bring the day to end: 
    The Naijdes and Nymphes that in the Riuers keepe,
    Which take into their care, the store of euery deepe, 150
    Amongst the Flowery flags, the Bullrushes and Reed,
    That of the Spawne haue charge (abundantly to breed)
    Well mounted vpon Swans, their naked bodys lend
    To my discerning eye, and on my Boate attend,
    And dance vpon the Waues, before me (for my sake)
    To th’ Musick the soft wynd vpon the Reeds doth make
    And for my pleasure more, the rougher Gods of Seas
    From Neptune’s Court send in the blew Neriades,
    Which from his bracky Realme vpon the Billowes ride
    And beare the Riuers backe with euery streaming Tyde, 160
    Those Billowes gainst my Boate, borne with delightfull Gales,
    Oft seeming as I rowe to tell me pretty tales,
    Whilst Ropes of liquid Pearle