Methoughts 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 scatt’red in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men’s skulls, and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As ’twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That woo’d the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock’d the dead bones that lay scatt’red by.
