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?

The great fish [eat] the small.

The great fish [eat] the small.

And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness:
and let them have dominion over read more

And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness:
and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the
fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and
over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.

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.

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was read more

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.

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.

Phone for the fish-knives, Norman
As Cook is a little unnerved;
You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes
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Phone for the fish-knives, Norman
As Cook is a little unnerved;
You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes
And I must have things daintily served.

Thy neck is a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in
Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: read more

Thy neck is a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in
Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower
Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.