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Or the best bladder where a cooling-glister. Morillat. Hast thou no searcloths left? Nor any old pultesses? Franville. We care not to what it hath been ministred. Surgeon. Sure I have none of these dainties, gentlemen. Franville. Where's the great wen Thou cut'st from Hugh the sailor's shoulder? That would serve now for a most princely banquet. Surgeon. Ay if we had it, gentlemen.

Gotthold Ephraim Lessing - Laokoon

Senta, my child, I fancied in my arms I held, When of a sudden changeth the wind, And blew a gale, as if in league with Satan’s power; But now the worst is past, and its fury The storm hath spent in fitful blasts.

Richard Wagner - Der Fliegende Holländer: The Flying Dutchman