As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes The sinking stone at first a circle makes; The trembling surface by the motion stirrd, Spreads in a second circle, then a third; Wide, and more wide, the floating rings advance, Fill all the watery plain, and to the margin dance. Pope.Temple of Fame, Line 436.
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. Shakespeare.King Henry VI., Part I. Act I. Scene 2. (La Pucelle to Charles the Dauphin.)
Circles in water as they wider flow The less conspicuous in their progress grow, And when at last they trench upon the shore, Distinction ceases and theyre viewd no more. Crabbe.The Borough, Letter 3.