I am, Sir, a brother of the angle.

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]

Doubtless God Could Have Made A Better Berry, But Doubtless God Never Did

I have known a very good, fisher angle diligently four or six hours for a river carp, and not have a bite.

Let me tell you that every misery I miss is a new blessing. [Not only be grateful for the good that you have but also for the bad you don't!]

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.