I am, Sir, a brother of the angle.
An excellent angler, and now with God.
Blessings we enjoy daily, and for the most of them, because they be so common, men forget to pay their praises. [and miss much of their benefits from grateful appreciation]
And for winter fly-fishing it is as useful as an almanac out of date.
Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so.
So long as thou are ignorant be not ashamed to learn. Ignorance is the greatest of all infirmities, and when justified, the chiefest of all follies.