Know'st thou the creature, that a tiny brood
Within her bosom keeps securely mew'd?
Though voiceless all, beyond the ocean wide
To distant realms their still small voices glide.
Far, far away, whome'er t' address they seek
Will understand, yet no one hears them speak. —F. Metcalfe.
Theodectes. (Book x. § 75, p. 713.)
A thing whose match, or in the depths profound
Of ocean, or on earth, can ne'er be found;