God has two dwellings; one in heaven, and the other in a meek and thankful heart. |
Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things. |
That which is everybody's business is nobody's business. |
Those little nimble musicians of the air, that warble forth their curious ditties, with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art. |
Angling may be said to be so like the mathematics that it can never be fully learned. |
I have laid aside business, and gone a'fishing. |
God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling. |
In so doing, use him as though you loved him. |
As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler. |
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. |
The person that loses their conscience has nothing left worth keeping. |
I love such mirth as does not make friends ashamed to look upon one another next morning. |
No man can lose what he never had. |
Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue. |