Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.
They died When time was open-eyed, Wooden and childish; only bones abide There, in the nowhere, where their boats were tossed Sky-high, where mariners had fabled news of IS, the whited monster.
Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!thomas campbell
Yet the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor and other tackle.Ben Jonson
Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw, Betwixt the green brink and the running foam, Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest To little harps of gold; and while they mused Whispering to each other half in fear, Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea.