"What dreadfull noise of waters in my ears:
What sights of ugly death within my eyes!
Methoughts, I saw a thousand fearfull wrecks;
Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon;
Uncounted precious stones, and priceless jewels,
All scattered on the bottom of the sea.
Some lay in dead-men's skulles, and in the holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As it were in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,
That viewed the slimy bottom of the deepe,
And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered there!"