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