Diet of Worms was never more severe!
He tackles all the fishers: rightly deems
The sink of nets a sink of sin!—for boat,
To ply the angler, wherry wicked seems;
He will not have a single float afloat!
In March, upon the Thames, march no man must;
April must heed his reign—Invade the spot,
And out of water he'll kick up a dust;
The year says May,—but he says you may not.
Woe to the mortal who shall founder there!