By John Donne
The flaile-finn'd Thresher, and steel-beak'd Sword-fish
Onely attempt to doe, what all doe wish.
The Thresher backs him,
and to beate begins;
The sluggard Whale yeelds to oppression,
t'hide himselfe from shame and danger, downe
Begins to sinke; the
Swordfish upward spins,
And gores him with his beake; his staffe-like
So well the one, his sword the other plyes,
That now a
scoffe, and prey, this tyran dyes,
And (his owne dole) feeds with
himselfe all companies.