And lull’d with sounds of sweetest melody?
O thou dull God! why ly’st thou with the vile
In loathsome beds; and leav’st the kingly couch?
A watch-case, or a common ’larum bell?
Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast,
Seal up the ship-boy’s eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude imperious surge;
And in the visitation of the winds,——
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them