A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.

A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.

But death is sure to kill all he can get
And all is fish with him that comes to read more

But death is sure to kill all he can get
And all is fish with him that comes to net.

Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
But is there anything Beyond?

Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
But is there anything Beyond?

Ann, Ann!
Come! quick as you can!
There's a fish that talks
In the read more

Ann, Ann!
Come! quick as you can!
There's a fish that talks
In the frying-pan.

I have other fish to fry.

I have other fish to fry.

One that is neither flesh not fish.

One that is neither flesh not fish.

The great fish [eat] the small.

The great fish [eat] the small.

Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive,
And finds that by his strength but vainly he read more

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.

The sea hath fish for every man.

The sea hath fish for every man.