Full fathom five thy father lies Of his bones are coral made: Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell, Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell To fight, perchance to win, aye, there's the rub For victory brings power and prestige And the children of the children of the fighters Take all for granted, and, in turn, oppress