DEATH IS A FISHERMAN

by: Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)

      EATH is a fisherman, the world we see
      His fish-pond is, and we the fishes be;
      His net some general sickness; howe'er he
      Is not so kind as other fishers be;
      For if they take one of the smaller fry,
      They throw him in again, he shall not die:
      But death is sure to kill all he can get,
      And all is fish with him that comes to net.

"Death is a Fisherman" is reprinted from Poor Richard's Almanack. September, 1733.

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