Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.
Many today feel troubled and distressed; many feel that, at any moment, the ships of their lives could capsize or sink.
Sleep - the most beautiful experience in life - except drink.
Pleasant it is, when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters, to gaze from shore upon another's great tribulation; not because any man's troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive you are free of them yourself is pleasant.
Second only to the sea, the Miami sky has been the greatest comfort in my life past 50. On a good day, when the wind blows from the south, the light here is diffuse and forgiving.
Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
Praise the sea, on shore remain.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
At sea, I feel comfortable and I come to rest.