"When if an insect fall (his certain guide)
he gently takes him from the whirling tide:
Examines well his form with curious eyes,
His guady vest,his wings, his horns and size,
Then round his hook the chosen fur he winds,
And on the back a speckled feather binds,
So just the colours shine throe's thro' part,
That nature seems to live again in art.,"
John Gay "The Wit & Wisdom of Fishing"
Rick
Next quote Monday. gone to CE
