My soul, like to a ship in a black storm,
Is driven, I know not whither.


The White Devil (1612) act 5, sc. 6


My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither.

My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither.

My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither.

My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven, I know not whither.