How dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!

The crows and choughs that wing the midway air show scarce so gross as beetles.

Halfway down hangs one that gathers sampire--dreadful trade!

Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.

The fishermen that walk upon the beach

appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,

diminished to her cock

her cock a buoy

almost too small for sight.

The murmuring surge that on the unnumbered idle pebble

chafes

cannot be heard so high.

I'll look no more, lest my brain turn,

and the deficient sight

topple down

headlong.

will