:16:01
You do climb up it now;
look how we labour.
:16:12
Methinks the
ground is even.
:16:15
Horrible steep.
:16:33
Come on, sir;
:16:37
here's the place.
:16:40
Stand still.
:16:41
How fearful and dizzy 'tis
to cast one's eyes so low!
:16:46
The crows and
choughs that wing
the midway air
:16:49
show scarce
so gross as beetles.
:16:53
The fishermen that
walk upon the beach
appear like mice;
:16:58
and yond tall
anchoring bark,
:17:02
almost too small
for sight.
:17:06
The murmuring surge
that on the unnumb'red
idle pebble chafes
:17:11
cannot be heard
so high.
:17:15
I'll look no more;
:17:17
lest my brain turn,
and the deficient sight
topple down headlong.
:17:21
Set me
where you stand.
:17:25
Give me your hand.
:17:32
You are now
within a foot of
th' extreme verge.
:17:36
For all beneath
the moon would I
not leap upright.
:17:41
Let go my hand.
:17:45
Bid me farewell,
:17:49
and let me
hear thee going.
:17:59
Now fare ye well,
good sir.