Quis non et virides, vulgi solacia, tincas norit et alburnos, praedam puerilibus hamis, stridentesque focis, obsonia plebis, alausas?
Who shall not know of the green Tench also, the comfort of the commons, of Bleak, a prey for boyish hooks, of Shad, hissing on the hearth, food for the vulgar,
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