Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.


The air was calm, and on the level brine
Sleek Panope with all her sisters play’d.
It was that fatal and perfidious bark,
Built in the eclipse, and rigg’d with curses dark,
That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Milton.—Lycidas, Line 98.

Then all my fleet, and all my followers lost;
Sole on a plank, on boiling surges tost.
Pope.—The Odyssey, Book VII. Line 336.