|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The air was calm, and on the level brine|
Sleek Panope with all her sisters playd.
It was that fatal and perfidious bark,
Built in the eclipse, and riggd with curses dark,
That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Milton.Lycidas, Line 98.
|Then all my fleet, and all my followers lost;|
Sole on a plank, on boiling surges tost.
Pope.The Odyssey, Book VII. Line 336.