Worse than Two Lost Souls Swimming in a Fish Bowl

I apologize for the lack of updates here, because I just couldn't swing the plans I had for the blog while finishing the dissertation, braving the job market, and working on a heap of side projects coming due. More to come on the blog front soon ("soon"). But in the meantime, here's a fishy passage I couldn't help but share here: 

"Hit semeth he hath to lovers enmyte,
And lyk a fissher, as men alday may se,
Baiteth hys angle-hok with som plesaunce
Til many a fissh ys wod til that he be
Sesed therwith; and then at erst hath he
Al his desir, and therwith al myschaunce;
And thogh the lyne breke, he hath penaunce;
For with the hok he wounded is so sore
That he his wages hath for evermore."

--Chaucer's Complaint of Mars (236-244)