At length I told my woe,
How that my flies and lines behind
Were left. Said he, "Oh, never mind;
If home with me you'll go,
With pleasure I will lend you all
You want; my stock's by no means small—
Not very modern though.
And, p'rhaps, if I, a stranger, may
Request a boon, as such a way
From home you've rambled out,