What miserable wretched things are fish!
They are not only doom'd to death, to be
Devour'd, and buried in the greedy maw
Of some voracious glutton, but the knaves
Who sell them leave them on their board to rot,
And perish by degrees, till having found
Some purblind customer, they pass to him
Their dead and putrid carcases; but he,
Returning home, begins to nose his bargain,
And soon disgusted, casts them out with scorn.—Anon.