Note 7 — BOOK III.
Rowland Smith translation
"O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! . . . . . . ... often did I strive To yield the ghost, but still the envious flood Kept in my soul, and would not let it forth To seek the empty, vast, and wand'ring air, But smother'd it within my panting bulk, Which almost burst to belch it in the sea." Shaksp. Richard III.