Death is a fisherman

Death 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.

Benjamin Franklin