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]

There are offences given and offences not given but taken.

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.

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

Let me tell you that every misery I miss is a new blessing.