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

The person who loses their conscience has nothing left worth keeping.

Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good.

We may say of angling, as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did; and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.

And this, and many other like blessings, we enjoy daily. And for most of them, because they be so common, most men forget to pay their praises: but let not us, because it is a sacrifice so pleasing to Him that made that sun and us, and still protects us, and gives us flowers, and showers, and stomachs, and meat, and content, and leisure to go a-fishing.

If all the theories were correct, there wouldn't be a fish left in all of our lakes and rivers and streams.

Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so.