Let us be thankful for health and competence, and, above all, for a quiet conscience.
You cannot lose what you never had.
Those little nimble musicians of the air, that warble forth their curious ditties, with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art.
God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.
Blessings upon all that hate contention, and love quietnesse, and vertue, and Angling.
An excellent angler, and now with God.