The Royal Recreation Of jovial ANGLERS  

Proving that all Men are Jntanglers,  
And all Professions are turned Anglers.   
To the Tune of, Amarillis.  



Well fair the pleasure  
that brings such treasure   

Hold hook and line  
then all is mine    

OF all the Recreations which  
attend on human Nature,  
There's nothing sores so high a pitch,  
or is of such a Stature,  
As is a Subtle Anglers life,  
in all Mens approbation:  
For Anglers tricks, do daily mix,  
with every Corporation.   

When Eve and Adam lived by love,  
and had no cause for jangling,  
The Devil did the Waters move,  
the Serpent fell to Angling:  
He Baits his Hook, with God-like look,  
quoth he, this will entangle her:  
The woman chaps, and down she drops:  
the Devil was first an Angler.   

Physitians, Lawyers, and Divines,  
are most ingenious Ianglers;  
And he that tries, shall find in fine  
that all of them are Anglers:  
Whilst grave Divines do fish for souls  
Physitians, like Cormudgeons,  
Do bait with Health to fish for Wealth;  
and Lawyers fish for Gudgeons,   

A politician, too▪ is One,  
concerned in Piscatory;  
He Writs, and Fights, Vnits& sleights  
to Purchase Wealth, and Glory;  
His Plumets Sounds, the Kingdoms Bounds  
to make the Fishes Nibble;  
He draws 'em with a Past of lies,  
and he blinds them with the Bible.    

The second Part,  
to the same Tune.  

Here be your new Fashions Mistris.   

A Fisher-man Subdued a Place  
in spite of Locks and Staples,  
The Warlike Massianello was  
a Fisher-man of Naples,  
Commanded forty thousand Men,  
and proved a Royal Wrangler:  
You ne're shall see the like again,  
of such a famous Angler.   

Vpon the Exchange, 'twixt twelve& one  
meets many a neat intangler;  
Most Merchant-men, not one in ten  
but is a cunning Angler,  
And( like the Fishes in the brook,)  
Brother doth fish for Brother;  
A golden Bait hangs at the hook,  
and they Fish for one another.   

A Shop-kéeper I next prefer,  
a Formal Man in black, sir.  
That throws his Angle every where,  
and cries What is't you lack, sir,  
Fine Silks and Stuffs, or Hoods& Muffs  
but if a Courtier prove the Intangler,  
My Citizen must look too't then,  
or the Fish will catch the Angler.   

A Lover is an Angler too,  
and Baits his hook with Kisses;  
He plays and toys, and fain would do,  
but often times he misses:  
He gives her Rings, and such fine things  
as Fan or Muff, or Night-hood:  
But if you'l Cheat, a City Prat,  
you must bait her with a Knight-hood.   

There is no Angler like a Wench  
stark-naked in the Water,  
She'l make you leave both Trowt and Tench  
and throw yourself in after:  
Your Hook an Line, she will confine,  
the entangled is the Intangler?  
And this I fear, hath spoyled the Ware  
of many a jovial Angler.   

If you will trowl, for a Scriveners soul  
cast in a rich young Gallant:  
To take a Courtier by the powl,  
throw out a golden talent;  
And yet I doubt, the draft will not  
Compound for half the charge on't:  
But if you'l catch, the Devil at a snatch  
go bait him with a sergeant.   

Thus have I made the Anglers Trade  
to stand above defiance,  
For like the mathematic Art,  
It runs through every Science,  
If with my Angling Song, I can  
with Mirth and Pleasure seize ye,  
I'll bait my Hook with Wit again,  
and Angle still to please ye.     

London, Printed for F. coals, T. Vere, W. Gilbertson, and I. Wright.