Some Fishermen were out trawling their nets. Perceiving them to be
very heavy, they danced about for joy and supposed that they had taken
a large catch. When they had dragged the nets to the shore they found
but few fish: the nets were full of sand and stones, and the men were
beyond measure cast downso much at the disappointment which had befallen
them, but because they had formed such very different expectations.
One of their company, an old man, said, "Let us cease lamenting, my
mates, for, as it seems to me, sorrow is always the twin sister of
joy; and it was only to be looked for that we, who just now were over-rejoiced,
should next have something to make us sad."