[T]is not all fishing to fish.

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

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

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

We see but the outside of a rich man's happiness; few consider him to be like the silkworm, that, when she seems to play, is at the very same time consuming herself.

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

These poor rich men, we anglers pity them perfectly.