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Now as an angler melancholy standing	A
Upon a green bank yielding room for landing	A
A wriggling yellow worm thrust on his hook	B
Now in the midst he throws then in a nook	B
Here pulls his line there throws it in again	C
Mendeth his cork and bait but all in vain	D
He long stands viewing of the curled stream	E
At last a hungry pike or well grown bream	E
Snatch at the worm and hasting fast away	F
He knowing it a fish of stubborn sway	F
Pulls up his rod but soft as having skill	G
Wherewith the hook fast holds the fish's gill	G
Then all his line he freely yieldeth him	H
Whilst furiously all up and down doth swim	H
Th' insnared fish here on the top doth scud	I
There underneath the banks then in the mud	I
And with his frantic fits so scares the shoal	G
That each one takes his hide or starting hole	G
By this the pike clean wearied underneath	J
A willow lies and pants if fishes breathe	K
Wherewith the angler gently pulls him to him	H
And lest his haste might happen to undo him	H
Lays down his rod then takes his line in hand	L
And by degrees getting the fish to land	L
Walks to another pool at length is winner	M
Of such a dish as serves him for his dinner	M
So when the climber half the way had got	N
Musing he stood and busily 'gan plot	N
How since the mount did always steeper tend	O
He might with steps secure his journey end	O
At last as wand'ring boys to gather nuts	P
A hooked pole he from a hazel cuts	P
Now throws it here then there to take some hold	Q
But bootless and in vain the rocky mould	Q
Admits no cranny where his hazel hook	B
Might promise him a step till in a nook	B
Somewhat above his reach he hath espied	Q
A little oak and having often tried	Q
To catch a bough with standing on his toe	Q
Or leaping up yet not prevailing so	Q
He rolls a stone towards the little tree	R
Then gets upon it fastens warily	R
His pole unto a bough and at his drawing	A
The early rising crow with clam'rous cawing	A
Leaving the green bough flies about the rock	A
Whilst twenty twenty couples to him flock	A
And now within his reach the thin leaves wave	S
With one hand only then he holds his stave	S
And with the other grasping first the leaves	T
A pretty bough he in his fist receives	T
Then to his girdle making fast the hook	A
His other hand another bough hath took	A
His first a third and that another gives	U
To bring him to the place where his root lives	U
Then as a nimble squirrel from the wood	Q
Ranging the hedges for his filberd food	Q
Sits peartly on a bough his brown nuts cracking	A
And from the shell the sweet white kernel taking	A
Till with their crooks and bags a sort of boys	V
To share with him come with so great a noise	V
That he is forc'd to leave a nut nigh broke	A
And for his life leap to a neighbour oak	A
Thence to a beech thence to a row of ashes	W
Whilst through the quagmires and red water plashes	W
The boys run dabbling thorough thick and thin	X
One tears his hose another breaks his shin	X
This torn and tatter'd hath with much ado	Q
Got by the briars and that hath lost his shoe	Q
This drops his band that headlong falls for haste	Q
Another cries behind for being last	Q
With sticks and stones and many a sounding holloa	R
The little fool with no small sport they follow	R
Whilst he from tree to tree from spray to spray	F
Gets to the wood and hides him in his dray	F
Such shift made Riot ere he could get up	Y
And so from bough to bough he won the top	Z
Though hindrances for ever coming there	A2
Were often thrust upon him by Despair	A2

William Browne

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