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THIS personage adds another name to the Catalogue of English Poets. I do not find him any where mentioned, and yet he was the author of other productions than this about to be described. At least it may be so presumed from the following stanza in the commencement of this poem.
What hath bewitched late thy powers,
Whiche thou wast wont to use,
Or where is now becom the fruite
I give the title page of this poem. "A BRIEFE DISCOURSE OF THE LYFE AND DEATH OF THE LATE RIGHT HIGH AND HONORABLE SIR WILLIAM PAWLET, Knight, Lord Saint John, Erle of Wilshire, Marques of Winchester, Knight, of the honorable Order of the Garter, one of the Queenes Majesties Privie Counsel, and Lorde Highe Treasurer of Eng.
Which deceased the tenth day of Marche, Anno 1571, and was buried at Basing the 28 day of Aprill.
PERHAPS there does not exist in the circle of English Literature a rarer book than this, which I am about to describe. It is quoted no where but by Isaac Walton, in his Complete Angler, where it is ascribed to Jo. Davors, esq. Of this person I can no where find any account. He has even escaped the indefatigable penetration and industry of Ritson. The book is so rare, that Sir John Hawkins confesses he could never procure a sight of it.
My friend Mr. Douce had given me the op portunity of describing it, when I afterwards found a less perfect copy in the British Museum.
"THE SECRETS OF ANGLING.
The choicest tooles, baits and seasons for the taking of any fish, in pond or river, practised, and familiarly opened in three Bookes. By J. D. Esquire.
Augmented with many approved experiments, by W. Lauson.
London. Printed by T. H. for John Harison, and are to be sold by Franeis Coles, at his Shop in the Old Bayly. 1652."
As I never heard of any other copies than that of Mr. Douce, and one belonging to the Museum, and as I know the book has eluded the diligent resarches of some of our most acute and perservering collectors, I think the following specimen will be acceptable, at least to the lovers of the Art of Angling.
TO KNOW EACH FISHES HAUNT.
Now that the Angler may the better know
Here shall he learn how every sort doth seeke
Carpe, Eele, and Tench do love a muddy ground,
Bream, Chub, and Pike, where clay and sand abound,
Pike loves great pooles and places full of frie:
The Chub delights in stream or shady tree,
The Salmon swift the rivers sweet doth like,
The prickled Pearch in every hollow creek
Pearch, Trout, and Salmon love clean waters all,
So doth the Bulhead, Gudgion, and the Loch,
Of spreading poplar, oake, or willow green,
The mighty Luce great waters haunts alway,
The Cavender amidst the waters faire,
The Peele, the Mullet, and the Suants good
But here experience doth my skill exceed,