Praise the sea; on shore remain.
He that will learn to pray, let him go to sea.
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
The sea hath no king but God alone.
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.