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A Rechabite poor Will must live, And drink of Adam's ale.

Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner: Honest water, which ne'er left man i' th' mire.

What, man! more water glideth by the mill That wots the miller of; and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know: Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, Better then he have worn Vulcan's badge.

O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wracks; A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep And mocked the dead bones that lay scatt'red by.

The people are like water and the ruler a boat. Water can support a boat or overturn it.

'Tis rushing now adown the spout, And gushing out below, Half frantic in its joyousness, And wild in eager flow. The earth is dried and parched with heat, And it hath long'd to be Released from out the selfish cloud, To cool the thirsty tree.

And so never ending, But always descending.

"How does the Water Come down at Lodore?"

'Tis a little thing To give a cup of water; yet its draught Of cool refreshment, drain'd by fever'd lips, May give a shock of pleasure to the frame More exquisite than when nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view. . . . . The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, The brightest that beauty or revelry sips.

The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, tears, or the sea.

Enough shovels of earth -- a mountain. Enough pails of water -- a river.

You could not step twice into the same rivers; for other waters are ever flowing on to you.

If you wish to drown, do not torture yourself with shallow water.

Only a fool tests the depth of the water with both feet.

The deeper the waters are, the more still they run.

With true friends . . . even water drunk together is sweet enough.

I have drunk deep of the waters of my ancestors.

It is the calm and silent water that drowns a man.