Your lantern is fallen, my lads.

Alas! do not let go the main-tack nor the bowline.

I hear the block crack; is it broke?
For the Lord's sake, let us have the hull, and let all the rigging be damned.

Be, be, be, bous, bous, bous.

Look to the needle of your compass, I beseech you, good Sir Astrophil, and tell us, if you can, whence comes this storm.