The Royal Recreation
Of jovial ANGLERS.
Proving that all Men are Intanglers,
And all Professions are turnd Anglers.
To the Tune of, Amarillis.
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OF all the Recreations which
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attend on Humane Nature,
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Theres nothing sores so high a pitch,
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or is of such a Stature,
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As is a Subtle Anglers life,
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in all Mens Aprobation:
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For Anglers tricks, do daily mix,
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with every Corporation.
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When Eve and Adam livd by love,
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and had no cause for Jangling,
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The Devil did the Waters move,
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the Serpent fell to Angling:
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He Baits his Hook, with God-like look,
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quoth he, this will intangle her:
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The woman Chops, and down she drops:
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the Devil was first an Angler.
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Physitians, Lawyers, and Divines,
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are most ingenious Janglers;
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And he that tryes, shall find in fine
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that all of them are Anglers:
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Whilst grave Divines doe fish for souls
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Physitians, like Cormudgeons,
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Do bait with Health to fish for Wealth;
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and Lawyers fish for Gudgeons,
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A Polititian, too, is One,
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concernd in Piscatory;
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He Writs, and Fights, Units & Slights
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to Purchase Wealth, and Glory;
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His Plumets Sounds, the Kingdoms Bounds
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to make the Fishes Nibble;
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He draws em with a Past of Lyes,
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and he blinds them with the Bible.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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A Fisher-man Subdued a Place
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in spight of Locks and Staples,
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The Warlike Massianello was
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a Fisher-man of Naples,
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Commanded forty thousand Men,
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and provd a Royal Wrangler:
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You nere shall see the like agen,
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of such a famous Angler.
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Upon the Exchange, twixt twelve & one
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meets many a neat intangler;
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Most Merchant-men, not one in ten
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but is a cunning Angler,
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And (like the Fishes in the Brooke,)
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Brother doth fish for Brother;
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A golden Bait hangs at the Hooke,
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and they Fish for one another.
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A Shop-keeper I next preferr,
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a Formal Man in black, sir.
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That throwes his Angle every where,
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and cryes What ist you lack, sir,
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Fine Silks and Stuffs, or Hoods & Muffs
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but if a Courtier prove the Intangler,
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My Citizen must look toot then,
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or the Fish will catch the Angler.
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A Lover is an Angler too,
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and Baits his Hooke with Kisses;
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He playes and toyes, and fain would do,
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but often times he misses:
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He gives her Rings, and such fine things
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as Fan or Muff, or Night-hood:
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But if youl Cheat, a City Peat,
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you must bait her with a Knight-hood.
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There is no Angler like a Wench
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stark-naked in the Water,
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Shel make you leave both Trowt and Tench
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and throw your self in after:
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Your Hook an Line, she will confine,
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the Intangled is the Intangler?
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And this I fear, hath spoyld the Ware
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of many a jovial Angler.
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If you will trowl, for a Scriveners soul
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cast in a rich young Gallant:
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To take a Courtier by the powl,
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throw out a golden Tallent;
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And yet I doubt, the draught will not
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Compound for half the charge ont:
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But if youl catch, the Devil at a snatch
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go bait him with a Serjeant.
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Thus have I made the Anglers Trade
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to stand above defiance,
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For like the Mathematick Art,
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It runs through every Science,
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If with my Angling Song, I can
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with Mirth and Pleasure seaze yee,
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Ile bait my Hook with Wit again,
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and Angle still to please ye.
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