For his bounty,
There was no Winter in ’t, an Autumn ’twas
That grew the more by reaping; his delights
Were dolphin-like, they show’d his back above
The element they liv’d in; in his livery
Walk’d crowns and crownets, realms and islands were
As plates dropp’d from his pocket.
Antony and Cleopatra (5.2.108-114)