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