Blessings upon all that hate contention, and love quietnesse, and vertue, and Angling.

Lord, what music hast thou provided for Thy saints in heaven, when Thou affordest bad men such music on earth!

Let me tell you that every misery I miss is a new blessing. [Not only be grateful for the good that you have but also for the bad you don't!]

This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men.

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.

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

These poor rich men, we anglers pity them perfectly.