...wherein to try, What the best Master's hand can do With the most deadly killing fly; A day without too bright a beam, A warm, but not a scorching sun,...curl the stream, And (Master) half our work is done. There whilst behind some bush we wait The scaly people to betray, We'll prove it just with treach'rous...

...Cotton describes in a poem dedicated to "my dear and most worthy Friend, Izaak Walton." A day without too bright a beam, A warm, but not a scorching sun,...curl the stream, And Master half our work is done. I sat on a table outside in the late evening sun thinking about the day, stacking vinegar and red sauce...

...breeze, so grateful to the senses, along the irestern shores of Europe, and so dear to anglers. A clay with not too bright a beam, A warm but not a scorching...curl the stream, And, master, half our work is done. river banks were musical with goldfinches and thrushes, the trees in the first fresh* ness of their...

...says to his father (which looks as if the old gentleman sometimes thought upon the subject too) There whilst behind some bush we wait The scaly people to...treacherous bait, To make the preying trout our prey. This argument, and another about fish's being made for "man's pleasure and diet," are all that 1 The...

...dear and most worthy Friend, Mr Isaac Walton ' remind us of Horace and his Sabine farm : A day without too bright a Beam, A warm, but not a scorching Sun,...curl the Stream, And (master) half our work is done. These four lines are worth the whole of Scarronides, and, doubtless, they will be remembered when the...

...wherein to try, What the best master's hand can do With the most deadly killing fly ; A day without too bright a beam, A warm, but not a scorching sun,...curl the stream, And, Master ! half our work is done. There whilst behind some bush we wait The scaly people to betray, We'll prove it just with treacherous...

...wherein to try, What the best Masters hand can doe With the most deadly killing Flie : A day without to bright a Beam, A warm, but not a scorching Sun, A...curl the Stream. And (Master) half our work is done. There whilst behind some bush we wait The Scaly People to betray We'll prove it just with treach'rous...

...favonian breeze, so grateful to the senses, along tho Astern shores of Europe, and so dear to anglers. A day with not too bright a beam , A warm but not a scorching sun ; A southern gale to cnrl the stream , And, master, half our work is done. river banks were musical with goldfinches and...