Pillowed on leaves and neighboured by the deep,
Or sleeping amid thorns no easy sleep?
In rich men's halls the lamps are burning yet;
But fish come alway to the rich man's net."
COMRADE.
"To me the vision of the night relate;
Speak, and reveal the riddle to thy mate."
ASPHALION.
"Last evening, as I plied my watery trade,
(Not on an o'erfull stomach—we had made