Oh, Will...

I love this poem. That's all the blog justification I need!

Full fadom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are Corall made:
Those are pearles that were his eies,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a Sea-change
Into something rich, & strange:
Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell.
Burthen
ding-dong.
Harke now I heare them, ding-dong, bell.