I think we could find all those Galilean fishers among the fishers of Penfer.
Look what clothes, what boots, we fishers must wear to be fit for our work!
But for the fishers, I might have left my bones there, in pure folly.
The "fishers of men" are skilful, active, and comprehensive in their haul.
Still came the mysterious sentence: "Follow me;" "fishers of men!"