Full Fadom Fiue Thy Father Lies

Full fadom five thy Father lies,
 Of his bones are Corrall made:
Those are pearles that were his eies,
 Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a Sea-change
Into something rich, & strange:
Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell.
 ding-dong.
Harke now I heare them, ding-dong, bell.