Classic Poem

Upon Dabbling or Fishing

As many men, soe many minds
?To which the Proverb's Mother
Fancy's best pleased with sevrall kinds
?This that sport likes, this t'other
One thinks the Hare
Beyond compare
An other deems it trouble
Because poor watt
Before a sqatt
Non plusses Dogs with double.
Others ther be of High degree
?The Harts chase doe espouse
And say thers noe such Melody
?As when Hounds Eccho rouse
Yet thers again
That doe maintain
Noe pas time to the Cony
And love the hole
That doth controwle
Both Ferret and ther mony
Some love t'pursue the Boar thats Wild
?Others the Wolf soe fell
I would in noe waise Hunting stild
?A Dainger but a Spell
Which by a Charme
That bodes noe harme
Might over time prevaile
To Cosen't soe
Noe care or woe
Should triumph but strike sayle
More Innocent and harmless more
?What can be namd than this
Which can our health and strength restore
?When warping both amiss
Wherfore or Brocks
Or wily Fox
Whatsoever we pursue
Ther's none embrace
Soe well the chase
As Phil: wood Layd Perdue.
The Trojan Horse cride up by fame
?If wood might call him Cosen
For ther Lurkt hidden in the same
?Brave Gretians by the Dozen
And who would seek
A merry Greek
Let him accost this shore
Hee'l Pipe and sup
A Chirping Cup
Like any Emperour
His then the glory of my wish
?Of late times did befall-us
He may all hunting change to fish
?Which Exercise may mall-us
When ther's noe stint
But what Tom Flint
That Magazeen doth carry
Wherwith posest
Noe Place for rest
Like Portall Dormitary
This was a Bird whose age might well
?Avoyd the snare or gin
Had He but thought of Sentinell
?To keep his Temper in
But sted of chaff
Whilst He did quaff
His Brindases soe fast
He's caught, and tain
Forfets his brain
And soe's captivd at last.