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 lamenting1, 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."