A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great : It engenders choler; planteth anger; Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath, SPENSER: Faerie Queene. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait; So angle we for Beatrice. He, like a patient angler, ere he strook, Casting nets were spread in shallow brooks, Nor drain I ponds the golden carp to take, SHAKSPEARE. Like unto golden hooks That from the foolish fish their baits do hide. SPENSER. Nymphs of Mulla, which, with careful heed, The silver scaly trouts did tend full well. SPENSER. Should you lure From his dark haunt beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees the monarch of the brook, Behoves you then to ply your finest art. THOMSON. The ladies angling in the crystal lake, Let me live harmlessly, and near the brink Of Trent or Avon have a dwelling place; Where I may see my quill or cork down sink With eager bite of pearch, or bleak, or dace. IZAAK WALTON. My copper medals by the pound My copper lamps, at any rate, Because they're old, because they're new. That were all worm-eaten, and full of canker holes. SPENSER. Rare are the buttons of a Roman's breeches, How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore That touch'd the ruff that touch'd Queen Bess's chin. YOUNG: Love of Fame. |