Take back your golden fiddles, and we’ll beat to open sea.

In all the ancient states and empires, those who had the shipping, had the wealth.

I’ve been bathing in the poem / Of star-infused and milky sea / Devouring the azure greens.

Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea. It is down there that the sea folk live.

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.

Alone, alone, all, all alone, / Alone on a wide, wide sea!

The sole business of a seaman onshore who has to go to sea again is to take as much pleasure as he can.

Ashore it’s wine, women, and song; aboard it’s rum, bum, and concertina.

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.

Being thus arrived in good harbor, and brought safe to land, they fell upon their knees and blessed the God of heaven who had brought them over the vast and furious ocean and delivered them from all the perils and miseries thereof, again to set their feet on the firm and stale earth, their proper element.

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.

The bathing was so delightful this morning, and Molly so pressing with me to enjoy myself, that I believe I stayed in rather too long, as since the middle of the day I have felt unreasonably tired. I shall be more careful another time, and shall not bathe tomorrow as I had before intended.

Ocean. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man—who has no gills.