Voices in Time

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As inward love breeds outward talk,
The hound some praise, and some the hawk,
Some better pleas’d with private sport,
Use Tennis, some a Mistress court:
    But these delights I neither wish,
    Nor envy, while I freely fish.

Who hunts, doth oft in danger ride;
Who hawks, lures oft both far and wide;
Who uses games, may often prove
A loser; but who falls in love,
    Is fettered in fond Cupid’s snare:
    My angle breeds me no such care.

Of recreation there is none
So free as fishing is alone;
All other pastimes do no less
Than mind and body both possess;
    My hand alone my work can do,
    So I can fish and study too.

But yet though while I fish, I fast,
I make good fortune my repast,
And thereunto my friend invite,
In whom I more than that delight:
    Who is more welcome to my dish,
    Than to my angle was my fish.

As well content no prize to take
As use of taken prize to make;
For so our Lord was pleased when
He fishers made fishers of men;
    Where (which is in no other game)
    A man may fish and praise his name.

The first men that our Savior dear
Did choose to wait upon him here,
Blest fishers were; and fish the last
Food was that he on earth did taste:
    I therefore strive to follow those
    Whom he to follow him hath chose.

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