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Fire, water and government know nothing of mercy.
Fire, water and government know nothing of mercy.
O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
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O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wracks;
A thousand men that fishes gnawed 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 wooed the slimy bottom of the deep
And mocked the dead bones that lay scatt'red by.
It is the calm and silent water that drowns a man.
It is the calm and silent water that drowns a man.
You could not step twice into the same rivers; for other waters are ever flowing on to you.
You could not step twice into the same rivers; for other waters are ever flowing on to you.
In an age when man has forgotten his origins and is blind even to his most essential needs for survival, read more
In an age when man has forgotten his origins and is blind even to his most essential needs for survival, water along with other resources has become the victim of his indifference
A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.
A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.
The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, tears, or the sea.
The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, tears, or the sea.
Water its living strength first shows,
When obstacles its course oppose.
Water its living strength first shows,
When obstacles its course oppose.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through
it. The river was cut by the world's read more
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through
it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over
rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are
timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of
the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.