Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,

And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,

Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,

Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon

Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,

And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two

And sleeps again.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4.

Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto,

Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Beppo. Stanza 32.

She that asks

Her dear five hundred friends.

William Cowper (1731-1800): The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 642.

If on my theme I rightly think,

There are five reasons why men drink,—

Good wine, a friend, because I'm dry,

Or lest I should be by and by,

Or any other reason why.

John Sirmond (1589(?)-1649): Causae Bibendi.

Jewels five-words-long,

That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time

Sparkle forever.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Princess. Part ii. Line 355.