The throne he sits on nor the tide of pomp
That beats upon the high shore of the world.”
(Henry V, Act IV, Sc. 1.)
Clarence: “Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks:
Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon:
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scattered in the bottom of the sea:
Some lay in dead men’s skulls: and, in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept