The ocean also inspired the Bard. I think it inspires most everybody with a creative bone in their body. Today's sonnet, which I got from my Sonnet-a-day, is in the words of a sailor or captain, expressing his love for his mistress, the sea... Or of a poet comparing his mistress' love or traits to that of the sea, but I think it's the former, really.
O, how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame!
But since your worth, wide as the ocean is,
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
My saucy bark inferior far to his
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or being wreck'd, I am a worthless boat,
He of tall building and of goodly pride:
Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
The worst was this; my love was my decay.
~Sonnet LXXX, William Shakespeare~
There's just something about Shakespeare you gotta love. Give me a man who appreciates the Bard any day!
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