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Ships: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Here shame dissuades him, there his fear prevails, And each by turns his aching heart assails.— OVID — Metamorphoses. Bk. III. Transformation of Actxon. L. 73.

Addison's trans. All is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.— Shakespeare — Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 3.

He was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame was asham'd to sit; For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 91.

O shame! Where is thy blush?— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 82.

The most curious offspring of shame is shyness.— SYDNEY SMITH — Lecture on the Evil

She bears her down majestically near, Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.— BYRON — The Corsair. Canto III. St. 15.

She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.— BYRON — The Corsair. Canto I. St. 3.

The true ship is the ship builder.— EMERSON — Essays. Of History.

Ships that sailed for sunny isles, But never came to shore.— THOS. HERVEY — The Devil's Progress.

Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned. S.— SAM'L JOHNSON — Boswell's Life of

Johnson. An. 1759. And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships.— LONGFELLOW — Hyperion. Bk. I. Ch. VII.

Build me straight, O worthy Master! Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!— LONGFELLOW — Building of the Ship. L. 1.

There's not a ship that sails the ocean, But every climate, every soil, Must bring its tribute, great or small, And help to build the wooden wall!— LONGFELLOW — The Building of the Ship. L. 66.

Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity.— MOORE — Lalla Rookh. The Light of

the Harem. And let our barks across the pathless flood Hold different courses.— SCOTT — Kenilworth. Ch. XXIX.

Introductory verses. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.— Shakespeare — Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 196.

Ships, dim discover'd, dropping from the clouds. C.— THOMSON — The Seasons. Summer. L. 946.