A SHIPWRECKED MAN, having been cast upon a certain shore, slept after his buffetings with the deep. —
After a while he awoke, and looking upon the Sea, loaded it with reproaches. —
He argued that it enticed men with the calmness of its looks, but when it had induced them to plow its waters, it grew rough and destroyed them. —
The Sea, assuming the form of a woman, replied to him: —
“Blame not me, my good sir, but the winds, for I am by my own nature as calm and firm even as this earth; —
but the winds suddenly falling on me create these waves, and lash me into fury.”