William Shakespeare, "The Tempest", Act 1 Scene 2

Fill all thy bones with aches.

From the still-vexed Bermoothes.

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.

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind.

Like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.

My library
Was dukedom large enough.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.

What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?