A Fisherman who lived on the produce of his nets, one day
caught a single small Fish as the result of his day's labor.
The Fish, panting convulsively, thus entreated for his life:
"O Sir, what good can I be to you, and how little am I worth?
I am not yet come to my full size. Pray spare my life, and put
me back into the sea. I shall soon become a large fish fit for
the tables of the rich, and then you can catch me again, and
make a handsome profit of me."
The Fisherman replied, "I should indeed be a very simple fellow
if, for the chance of a greater uncertain profit, I were to forego
my present certain gain."
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)