a single small Fish as the result of his day's labor1. The Fish,
panting convulsively, thus entreated2 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.
