[From The Tempest, Act i., Scene ii.]

FULL fathom five thy father lies:

Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.

SHAKESPEARE.

[From The Tempest, Act ii., Scene i.]

I

SAW him beat the surges under him,

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted

The surge most swol❜n that met him; his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bowed, As stooping to relieve him.

SHAKESPEARE.

[From The Tempest, Act v., Scene i.] THOUGH the seas threaten, they are merciful.

SHAKESPEARE.

[From 3 Henry VI., Act ii., Scene v.]

NOW sways it this way, like a mighty sea

Forc'd by the tide to combat with the wind;
Now sways it that way, like the self-same sea
Forc'd to retire by fury of the wind:

Sometime the flood prevails; and then the wind:
Now one the better; then another best;

Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,
Yet neither conqueror nor conquered.

SHAKESPEARE.

[From Pericles, Act ii., Scene ii.]

THE rough seas, that spare not any man.

Safety on the Shore.

SHAKESPEARE.

WHAT though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore;

Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc't

before.

ROBERT HERRICK.

[From Battle of the Summer-Islands.] RUDE seas, that spare not what themselves have nurst.

EDMUND WALLER.

[From Paradise Lost, Book vii.]

VER all the face of Earth

Main ocean flowed, not idle, but, with warm Prolific humour softening all her globe, Fermented the great mother to conceive, Satiate with genial moisture; when God said, "Be gathered now, ye waters under heaven, Into one place, and let dry land appear!" Immediately the mountains huge appear Emergent, and their broad bare backs upheave Into the clouds; their tops ascend the sky. So high as heaved the tumid hills, so low Down sunk a hollow bottom broad and deep, Capacious bed of waters. Thither they Hasted with glad precipitance, uprolled,

As drops on dust conglobing, from the dry:

Part rise in crystal wall, or ridge direct,

For haste; such flight the great command impressed

On the swift floods. As armies at the call

Of trumpet (for of armies thou hast heard)
Troop to the standard, so the watery throng,
Wave rolling after wave, where way they found-
If steep, with torrent rapture, if through plain,
Soft-ebbing; nor withstood them rock or hill;
But they, or underground, or circuit wide
With serpent error wandering, found their way,
And on the washy ooze deep channels wore :