Let us enjoy some Shakespeare. There truly never was a writer or wit like this man, and I have to take care not to let my admiration for his work degenerate into hysterical adulation that would have terrified even the Beatles in their heyday. My selections here all make reference to something ocean-related, usually just as part of a simile or metaphor.
Sonnet 130 – William Shakespeare
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
