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ISAAC WALTON.

This author was born in 1593, and died 1683. He is justly celebrated for his biographical pieces, and has described the characters of Sir H. Wotton, Donne, Hooker, and Herbert, with a degree of minuteness, which he alone could render interesting. But he is principally known by his "Com"plete Angler;" a truly original treatise on the theory of an art from which the invincible patience of some men is able to extract amusement.

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THE ANGLER'S WISH.

IN these flowery meads would be: These chrystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise,

I with my angle would rejoice,

Sit here, and see the turtle dove

Court his chaste mate to acts of love.

Or on that bank, feel the west wind
Breathe health and plenty, please my mind

To see sweet dew-drops kiss these flowers,

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sh'd off by April-showers;

FRANCIS QUARLES,

Born 1592, was a very voluminous and very popular writer; and though, as Mr. Headley justly observes, he " too often "mistook the enthusiasm of devotion for the inspiration of 66 fancy," he certainly deserved a great part of the reputation for which he was principally indebted to his loyalty and devotion. Mr. Jackson of Exeter, in his " Thirty Let"ters," and Dr. Anderson, in his life of P. Fletcher, have defended him against the contempt of Pope. The following lines, extracted from his "Shepherd's Oracles, 1646," will perhaps be thought worth preserving, as they describe, with some humour, the taste of the Puritans. He died 1644. See Mr. Headley's more particular account.

SONG OF ANARCHUS.

KNOW then, my brethren, heav'n is clear,

And all the clouds are gone;

The righteous now shall flourish, and

Good days are coming on:

Come then, my brethren, and be glad,

And eke rejoice with me;

Lawn sleeves and rochets shall go down,

And hey then up go we!

We'll break the windows which the Whore

Of Babylon hath painted,

And when the popish saints are down,
Then Barrow shall be sainted:
There's neither cross, nor crucifix,
Shall stand for men to see ;
Rome's trash and trumperies shall go down,
And hey! then up go we!

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We'll down with all the Varsities,
Where learning is profess'd,
Because they practise and maintain
The language of the beast:

We'll drive the doctors out of doors,
And arts, whate'er they be;

We'll cry both arts and learning down,
And hey! then up go we!

If once that Anti-christian crew
Be crush'd and overthrown,
We'll teach the nobles how to crouch,

And keep the gentry down.

Good manners have an ill report,

And turn to pride, we see ;

We'll therefore cry good manners down,

And hey! then up go we!

The name of lord shall be abhorr'd,
For every man's a brother;

No reason why, in church, or state,
One man should rule another.
But when the change of government
Shall set our fingers free,

We'll make the wanton sisters stoop,
And hey! then up go we!

Our coblers shall translate their souls,
From caves obscure and shady;
We'll make Tom T*** as good as my lord,
And Joan as good as my lady:

We'll crush and fling the marriage ring

Into the Roman see;

We'll ask no bands, but e'en clap hands,

And hey! then up go we!