Mike,
We have another water conceit for you, to go into your drop in the ocean collection from Comedy of Errors. The speakers are Julia and her maid Lucetta:
LUCETTA:
I do not seek to quench your love’s hot fire,
But qualify the fire’s extreme rage,
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
JULIA:
The more thou dam’st it up, the more it burns:
The current that with gentle murmur glides,
Thou know’st, being stopp’d, impatiently doth rage;
But when his fair course is not hindered,
He makes sweet music with th’ enamell’d stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;
And so by many winding nooks he strays
With willing sport to the wild ocean.
Then let me go, and hinder not my course:
I’ll be as patient as a gentle stream,
And make a pastime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me to my love
And there I’ll rest, as after much turmoil
A blessed soul doth in Elysium. (II.vii.21-38)
Gil
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