"In what torne ship soever I embarke, That ship shall be my embleme of Thy Arke; What sea soever swallow mee, that flood Shall be to me an embleme of Thy blood; Though Thou with clouds of anger do disguise Thy face; yet through that maske I know those eyes, Which, though they turne away sometimes, They never will despise."
- John Donne, A Hymne to Christ
(Misspellings in the original)
