I am, Sir, a brother of the angle.
This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men.
If all the theories were correct, there wouldn't be a fish left in all of our lakes and rivers and streams.
Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.
Angling may be said to be so like the Mathematics that it can never be fully learnt; at least not so fully but that there will still be more new experiments left for the trial of other men that succeed us.
[Be grateful for the simple things in life. Don't take them for granted. After all...] What would a blind man give to see the pleasant rivers and meadows and flowers and fountains; and this and many other like blessings we enjoy daily.