O Lord, methought, what pain it was to drown,
	What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!
	What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!
	Methought I saw a thousand fearful wracks;
	A thousand men that fishes gnaw’d 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,
	As ’twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems.

Shakespeare.