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Fish: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

It is unseasonable and unwholesome in all months that have not an Rin their names to eat an oyster.— BUTLER — Dyet's Dry Dinner. 1599.

"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail, "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail! See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance: They are waiting on the shingle-will you come and join the dance?"— LEWIS CARROLL — Song in "Alice in

Wonderland." Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive, And finds that by his strength but vainly he doth strive; His tail takes in his teeth, and bending like a bow, That's to the compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw: Then springing at his height, as doth a little wand, That, bended end to end, and flerted from the hand, Far off itself doth cast, so does the salmon vaut. And if at first he fail, his second summersaut He instantly assays and from his nimble ring, Still yarking never leaves, until himself he fling Above the streamful top of the surrounded heap.— DRAYTON — Poly-Olbion. Sixth Song. L. 45.

When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway Directs the roving trout this fatal way, He greedily sucks in the twining bait, And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat.— GAY — Rural Sports. Canto I. L. 150.

O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.— LEIGH HUNT — Sonnets. The Fish, the

Man, and the Spirit. Fishes that tipple in the deepe, Know no such liberty.— LOVELACE — To Althea from Prison. St. 2.

Cut off my head, and singular I am, Cut off my tail, and plural I appear; Although my middle's left, there's nothing there! What is my head cut off? A sounding sea; What is my tail cut off? A rushing river; And in their mingling depths I fearless play, Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.— MACAULAY — Enigma. On the Codfish.

Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.— POPE — Windsor Forest. L. 141.

'Tis true, no turbots dignify my boards, But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords.— POPE — Second Book of Horace. Satire II. L. 141.

It's no fish ye're buying-its men's lives. n. ScoTT-The Antiquary. Ch. XI. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.— Shakespeare — Pericles. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 29.

They say fish should swim thrice *** first it should swim in the sea (do you mind me?) then it should swim in butter, and at last, sirrah, it should swim in good claret.— SWIFT — Polite Conversation.

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