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NAVIGATION

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Ye gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas. Martyn Parker—Ye Gentlemen of England. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Southey) A strong nor'wester's blowing, Bill! Hark! don't ye hear it roar now? Lord help 'em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore now! The Sailor's Consolation. Attributed to Billy Pitt, Colman. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Navigation | page = 549 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And that all seas are made calme and still with oile; and therefore the Divers under the water doe spirt and sprinkle it aboard with their mouthes because it dulceth and allaieth the unpleasant nature thereof, and carrieth a light with it. | author = Pliny | work = Natural History. | place = Bk. II. Ch. CIII. | note = {{sc|Holland}}'s trans. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Bede}}) | topic = Navigation | page = 549 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Why does pouring Oil on the Sea make it Clear and Calm? Is it for that the winds, slipping the smooth oil, have no force, nor cause any waves? | author = Plutarch | work = Morals. Natural Questions. | place = XII. | note = | seealso = (See also {{sc|Bede}}) | topic = Navigation | page = 549 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Well, then—our course is chosen—spread the sail— Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well— Look to the helm, good master—many a shoal Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Siren Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin. Scott—Kenihvorth. Ch. XVII. Verses at head of Chapter. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Navigation | page = 549 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea. Scott—Lord of the Isles. Canto IV. St. 10. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Navigation | page = 549 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Upon the gale she stoop'd her side, And bounded o'er the swelling tide, As she were dancing home; The merry seamen laugh'd to see Their gallant ship so lustily Furrow the green sea-foam. Scott—Marmion. Canto II. St. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Navigation | page = 549 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottomes through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty surge. | author = | work = Henry V. | place = Act III. Chorus. L. 10. | note = | topic = Navigation | page = 549 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Ye who dwell at home, Ye do not know the terrors of the main. | author = Southey | work = Modoc in Wales. Pt. IV. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Parker}}) | topic = Navigation | page = 549 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! List, ye landsmen all, to me:. Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea. George A. Stevens—The Storm. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Navigation | page = 549 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Thou bringest the sailor to his wife, And travell'd men from foreign lands, And letters unto trembling hands; And, thy dark freight, a vanish'd life. | author = Tennyson | work = In Memoriam. | place = Pt. X. | note = | topic = Navigation | page = 549 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = There were three sailors of Bristol City Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain's biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when they got as far as the Equator They'd nothing left but one split pea. | author = Thackeray | work = Little Billee. | place = | note = | topic = Navigation | page = 549 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = On deck beneath the awning, I dozing lay and yawning; It was the gray of dawning, Ere yet the Sun arose; And above the funnel's roaring, And the fitful wind's deploring, I heard the cabin snoring With universal noise. | author = Thackeray | work = The White Squall. | place = | note = | topic = Navigation | page = 549 }}