So Many Horrid Ghosts.

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: Ding-dong. Hark! Now I Hear Them — Ding-dong, Bell.

Sweets With Sweets War Not, Joy Delights In Joy.

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

They Say Miracles Are Past.

Why, Thou Owest God A Death.