Fish

Fishes light up the interior of the sea like fires.

— Fish

Down here all the fish is happy Guess who's gon' be on the plate?

— Fish

I know the human being and the fish can coexist peacefully.

— Fish

Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Give a man a sub-prime fish loan and you're in business, buddy.

— Fish

It was always the biggest fish I caught that got away.

— Fish

Her father was a fisherman, with a beard that tasted of salt, and fingers that smelled like the sea.

— Fish

It would hardly be fish who discovered the existence of water.

— Fish

Fish and guests in three days are stale.

— Fish

You, sir, are a fish.

— Fish

Only the gamefish swims upstream,But the sensible fish swims down.

— Fish

I am, out of the ladies' company, like a fish out of water.

— Fish

Fish not, with this melancholy bait,For this fool-gudgeon, this opinion.

— Fish

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

— Fish

Bait the hook well: this fish will bite.

— Fish

What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell.

— Fish

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.

— Fish

Alive without breath, All in mail never clinking

— Fish

Wha'll buy my caller herrin'? Ca' them lives o' men.

— Fish

O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights,And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.

— Fish

Fishes that tipple in the deepe,Know no such liberty.

— Fish

Cut off my head, and singular I am,Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

— Fish

Ye monsters of the bubbling deep, And wag your tails about.

— Fish

Our plenteous streams a various race supply,And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.

— Fish

'Tis true, no turbots dignify my boards,But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords.

— Fish

We have here other fish to fry.

— Fish

It's no fish ye're buying—it's men's lives.

— Fish

Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.

— Fish

Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.

— Fish

All's fish they get that cometh to net.

— Fish

Now at the close of this soft summer's day,And cut with finny oars the sparkling tide.

— Fish