The Royal Recreation
Of Jovial ANGLERS
Proving that all Men are Intanglers,
And all Professions are turn'd 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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There's 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 Approbation:
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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 liv'd 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 trys, shall find in fine,
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that all of them are Anglers:
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Whilst grave Divines do 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 Politician too, is One,
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concern'd in Piscatory,
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He Writes & Fights, Unites & 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 Paste 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 Fisherman subdued a Place
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in spight of Locks and Staples,
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The Warlike Massinello was
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a Fisherman of Naples,
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Commanded forty thousand Men,
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and prov'd a Royal Wrangler:
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You ne'r shall see the like agen,
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of such a famous Angler.
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Upon the Exchange 'twixt Twelve and 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 Brook,)
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Brother doth fish for Brother;
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A golden Bait hangs at the Hook,
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and they fish for one another,
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A Shopkeeper I next prefer,
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a Formal Man in black, sir,
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That throws his Angle everywhere,
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and cries, What is't you lack, sir,
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Fine Silks & Stuffs, or Hoods & Muffs,
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but if a Courtier prove the Intangler
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My Citizen must look to't 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 Hook with Kisses,
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He plays and toys, and fain would do,
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but oftentimes he misses:
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He gives her Rings, & such like things
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as Fan or Muff, or Night-hood,
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But if you'l cheat, a City-Peat,
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you must bait her with a Knighthood.
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There is no Angler like a Wench,
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stark naked in the Water,
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She'l make you leave both Trout and Tench
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and throw yourself in after:
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Your Hook and Line, she will confine,
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the Intangled is the Intangler;
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And this I fear, hath spoyl'd 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 on't,
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But if you'l 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 seize ye,
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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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