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

As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler.

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

Look to your health: and if you have it, praise God, and value it next to a good conscience; for health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of; a blessing that money cannot buy; and therefore value it.

O, sir, doubt not that Angling is an art; is it not an art to deceive a trout with an artificial fly?

An excellent angler, and now with God.

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.