- The Woodman and Mercury
- The Earthen Pot and the Iron Pot
- The Little Fish and the Fisher
- The Ears of the Hare
- The Fox With His Tail Cut Off
- The Old Woman And Her Two Servants
- The Satyr and the Traveller
- The Horse and the Wolf
- The Ploughman and His Sons
- The Mountain In Labour
- Fortune and the Boy
- The Doctors by Jean de La Fontaine Fables
- The Hen With The Golden Eggs
- The Ass Carrying Relics
- The Stag and the Vine
A little fish will grow,
If life be spared, a great;
But yet to let him go,
And for his growing wait,
May not be very wise,
As It’s not sure your bait
Will catch him when of size.
On a river bank, a fisher took
A tiny troutling from his hook.
Said he, “‘Twill serve to count, at least,
As the beginning of my feast;
And so I’ll put it with the rest.”
This little fish, thus caught,
His clemency besought.
“What will your honour do with me?
I’m not a mouthful, as you see.
Pray let me grow to be a trout,
And then come here and fish me out.
Some alderman, who likes things nice,
Will buy me then at any price.
But now, a hundred such you’ll have to fish,
To make a single good-for-nothing dish.”
“Well, well, be it so,” replied the fisher,
“My little fish, who play the preacher,
The frying-pan must be your lot,
Although, no doubt, you like it not:
I fry the fry that can be got.”
In some things, men of sense
Prefer the present to the future tense.
A man that loved,—and loved his wife,—Still led an almost joyless life.No tender l ...
The Little Fish and the Fisher – Jean de La Fontaine Fables – Book 5
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