James Henry Leigh Hunt

“ YOU strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced, And mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste, And you, all shapes beside, that fishy be,— Some round, some flat, some long, all devilry, Legless, unloving, infamously chaste:— LEIGH HUNT
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights,
What is't ye do? What life lead? ”