IX.—‘the planter's pleasure and profit.’
There are who delight extremely in vain pleasure, that take much more pains in England
to enjoy it than I should do here to gain wealth sufficient: and yet I think they should not have half such sweet content; for our pleasure here is still gain, in England
charges and loss.
Here nature and liberty afford us that freely which in England
we want, or it costeth us dearly.
What pleasure can be more than being tired with any occasion ashore, in planting vines, fruits, or herbs; in contriving their own ground to the pleasure of their own minds, their fields, gardens, orchards, buildings, ships, and other works, &c.; to recreate themselves before their own doors, in their own boats upon the sea, where man, woman, and child, with a small hook and line, by angling, may take divers sorts of excellent fish at their pleasures?
And is it not pretty sport to pull up two-pence, sixpence, and twelve-pence as fast as you can haul and veer a line?
He is a very bad fisher [who] cannot kill in one day, with his hook and line, one, two, or three hundred cods; which dressed and dried, if they be sold there for ten shillings a hundred, though in England
they will give more than twenty, may not both servant, master, and merchant be well content with this gain?
If a man work but three days in seven, he may get more than he can spend, unless he will be exceedingly excessive.
Now that carpenter, mason, gardener, tailor, smith, sailor, forger, or what other—may they not make this a very pretty recreation, though they fish but an hour in a day, to take more than they can