I'll start.
“No life, my honest Scholar, no life so happy and so pleasant as the life of a well governed Angler; for when the lawyer is swallowed up with business, and the statesman is preventing or contriving plots, then we sit on cowslip banks, hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness as these silent silver streams, which we now see glide so quietly by us.”
--Izaak Walton, 1653
And Angling too, that solitary Vice
Whatever Isaac Walton sings or says –
The Quaint, old, cruel Coxcomb in his gullet
Should have a hook, and small trout to pull it.
--Lord Byron, 1823
“No life, my honest Scholar, no life so happy and so pleasant as the life of a well governed Angler; for when the lawyer is swallowed up with business, and the statesman is preventing or contriving plots, then we sit on cowslip banks, hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness as these silent silver streams, which we now see glide so quietly by us.”
--Izaak Walton, 1653
And Angling too, that solitary Vice
Whatever Isaac Walton sings or says –
The Quaint, old, cruel Coxcomb in his gullet
Should have a hook, and small trout to pull it.
--Lord Byron, 1823