Fly fishing poems. Fishing poetry from the Complete Angler

As the season draws to a close around us a fishing poem from the Complete Angler comes to mind:

Man's life is but vain, for 'tis subject to pain

And sorrow, and short as a bubble;

'Tis a hodgepodge of business, and money, and care,

And care, and money, and trouble.

But we'll take no care when the weather proves fair;

Nor will we vex now, though it rain;

We'll banish all sorrow, and sing till to-morrow

And angle, and angle again.