“From high Meonia's rocky shores I came, Of poor decsent, Acoetes is my name, My sire was measly born: no oxen ploughed, His fruitful fields, nor in his pastures lowed, His whole estate within the waters lay' With lines and hooks he caught the finny prey; His art was all his livelehood, which he Thus with his dying lips bequeathed to me: In streams, my boy, and rivers take thy chance; There swims', said he, Thy whole inheritance.” ArtSaidWholeNamesWaterBornLinesChancePoorBoysSeaDyingFieldsRiversLaysLipsCaughtFishesBoatStreamsLakesFishingSwimShoreEstatesHookInheritancePreyMy BoysPasturesOxen Author:Ovid
“How can you need so many rods and reels to catch a fish? , she asked, her lips pulled into that weaned on a gherkin look, as she watched me prepare for a fishing trip. Probably for much the same reason that you seem to need 30 pairs of shoes for one pair of feet, I nearly said, but decided to live for another day.” NeedsLooksSaidReasonSeemsSeaFeetRiversDecidedShoesLipsFishesBoatLakesFishingPairsAnother DayPair Of Shoes Author:Tony Bishop