The Secrets of Angling
Of angling and the art thereof I sing
What kind of tools it doth behove to have
And with what pleasing bayt a man may bring
The fish to bite within the watry wave.
A work of thanks to such as in a thing
Of harmless pleasure have regard to save
Their dearest soules from sinne and may intend
Of pretious time some part thereon to spend.

You Nymphs that in the springs and waters sweet
Your dwelling have of every hill and dale
And oft amidst the meadows greene doe meet
To sport and play and hear the Nightingale
And in the rivers fresh doe wash your feet
While Progne's sister tels her woeful tale
Such ayde and power unto my verses lend.

And thou sweet Boyd that with thy watry sway
Dost wash the cliffes of Deington and of Weeke
And through their rocks with crooked winding way
Thy Mother Avon runnest soft to seek
In whose fair streams the speckled trout doth play
The roche the dace the gudgin and the bleeke
Teach me the skill with slender line and hook
to take each fish of river pond and brook.

                                  John Denny, 1613