And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We were wavering around like a ship without a sail.
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
It is not the ship so much as the skillful sailing that assures the prosperous voyage.
Praise the sea, on shore remain.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
For all that has been said of the love that certain natures (on shore) have professed for it, for all the celebrations it has been the object of in prose and song, the sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
Our ships, God be thanked, have received little hurt.
We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.