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La ligne, avec sa canne, est un long instrument,
Dont le plus mince bout tient un petit reptile,
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La ligne, avec sa canne, est un long instrument,
Dont le plus mince bout tient un petit reptile,
Et dont l'autre est tenu par un grand imbecile.
Fishing is a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.
Fishing is a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.
The line with its rod is a long instrument whose lesser end holds
a small reptile, while the other read more
The line with its rod is a long instrument whose lesser end holds
a small reptile, while the other is held by a great fool.
[Fr., La ligne avec sa canne est un long instrument,
Dont le plus mince bout tient un petit reptile,
Et dont Pautre est tenu pau un grand imbecile.]
Best fishing in troubled waters.
Best fishing in troubled waters.
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway
Directs the roving trout this fatal way,
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When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway
Directs the roving trout this fatal way,
He greedily sucks in the twining bait,
And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat.
Now, happy fisherman; now twitch the line!
How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thine!
Still he fishes that catches one.
Still he fishes that catches one.
A fishing pole is a stick with a hook at one end and a fool on the other
A fishing pole is a stick with a hook at one end and a fool on the other
To fish in troubled waters.
To fish in troubled waters.
A rod twelve feet long and a ring of wire,
A winder and barrel, will help thy desire
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A rod twelve feet long and a ring of wire,
A winder and barrel, will help thy desire
In killing a Pike; but the forked stick,
With a slit and a bladder,--and that other fine trick,
Which our artists call snap, with a goose or a duck,--
Will kill two for one, if you have any luck;
The gentry of Shropshire do merrily smile,
To see a goose and a belt the fish to beguile;
When a Pike suns himselfe and a-frogging doth go,
The two-inched hook is better, I know,
Than the ord'nary snaring: but still I must cry,
When the Pike is at home, minde the cookery.
