There is a wheel within a wheel; a secret sacred wheel of Providence (most visible in marriages), guided by His hand that allows not the race to the swift nor bread to the wise, nor good wives to good men: and He that can bring good out of evil (for mortals are blind to this reason) only knows why this blessing was denied to patient Job, to meek Moses, and to our as meek and patient Mr Hooker.

Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so.

And for winter fly-fishing it is as useful as an almanac out of date.

Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good.

God has two dwellings; one in heaven, and the other in a meek and thankful heart.

Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.

We see but the outside of a rich man's happiness; few consider him to be like the silkworm, that, when she seems to play, is at the very same time consuming herself.