Meek Walton's heavenly memory.

The fisher droppeth his net in the stream, And a hundred streams are the same as one; And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream; And what is it all, when all is done? The net of the fisher the burden breaks, And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes.

Never a fishermen need there be If fishes could hear as well as see.

A fisherman's walk: three steps and overboard.

Can the fish love the fisherman? [Lat., Piscatorem piscis amare potest?]

Praise be to Nero's Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody's shouting "Which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot Fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers.