artas_.

God not contented to each kind to give,
And to infuse the vertue generative,
By his wise power made many creatures breed
Of liveless bodies, without _Venus_ deed.

So the cold humour breeds the _Salamander_,
Who (in effect) like to her births commander
With child with hundred winters, with her touch
Quencheth the fire, though glowing ne'r so much.

So in the fire in burning furnace springs
The fly _Perausta_ with the flaming wings;
Without the fire it dies, in it, it joyes,
Living in that which all things else destroyes.

[Sidenote: Gerh. Herbal. Cambden.]

So slow _Booetes_ underneath him sees
In th'icie Islands _Goslings_ hatcht of trees,
Whose fruitful leaves falling into the water,
Are turn'd ('tis known) to living fowls soon after.

So rotten planks of broken ships, do change
To _Barnacles_. Oh transformation strange!
'Twas first a green tree, then a broken hull,
Lately a Mushroom, now a flying Gull.

_Vi._ Oh my good Master, this morning walk has been spent to my great
pleasure and wonder: but I pray, when shall I have your direction how
to make Artificial flyes, like to those that the _Trout_ loves best?
and also how to use them?

_Pisc._ My honest Scholer, it is now past five of the Clock, we will
fish til nine, and then go to Breakfast: Go you to yonder _Sycamore
tree_, and hide your bottle of drink under the hollow root of it; for
about that time, and in that place, we wil make a brave Breakfast
with a piece of powdered Bief, and a Radish or two that I have in my
Fish-bag; we shall, I warrant you, make a good, honest, wholsome,
hungry Breakfast, and I will give you direction for the making and
using of your fly: and in the mean time, there is your Rod and line;
and my advice is, that you fish as you see mee do, and lets try which
can catch the first fish.

_Viat._ I thank you, Master, I will observe and practice your direction
as far as I am able.

_Pisc._ Look you Scholer, you see I have hold of a good fish: I now see
it is a _Trout_; I pray put that net under him, and touch not my line,
for if you do, then wee break all. Well done, Scholer, I thank you. Now
for an other. Trust me, I have another bite: Come Scholer, come lay
down your Rod, and help me to land this as you did the other. So, now
we shall be sure to have a good dish of fish for supper.

_Viat._ I am glad of that, but I have no fortune; sure Master yours is
a better Rod, and