For trouts are tickled best in muddy water.
'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
When my water-proof umbrella proved a sieve, sieve, sieve, When my shiny new umbrella proved a sieve.
Our Union is river, lake, ocean, and sky: Man breaks not the medal, when God cuts the die! Though darkened with sulphur, though cloven with steel, The blue arch will brighten, the waters will heal!
And the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue.
A pessimist, they say, sees a glass of water as being half empty; an optimist sees the same glass as half full. But a giving person sees a glass of water and starts looking for someone who might be thirsty.
You can milk a cow the wrong way once and still be a farmer, but vote the wrong way on a water tower and you can be in trouble.
Still waters run no mills.
Pure water is the best of gifts that man to man can bring, But who am I that I should have the best of anything? Let princes revel at the pump, let peers with ponds make free, Whisky, or wine, or even beer is good enough for me.
Pouring oil on troubled water.
Reuben, thou art my firstborn, my might, and the beginnings of my strength, the excellency of dignity, and the excellency of power: Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel; because thou wentest up to thy father's bed; then defiledst thou it: he went up to my couch.
For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God respect any person: yet doth he devise means, that his banished be not expelled from him.
The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, yea, than the mighty waves of the sea.
The miller sees not all the water that goes by his mill.
Till taught by pain, Men really know not what good water's worth; If you had been in Turkey or in Spain, Or with a famish'd boat's-crew had your berth, Or in the desert heard the camel's bell, You'd wish yourself where Truth is--in a well.
Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yes, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
The world turns softly Not to spill its lakes and rivers, The water is held in its arms And the sky is held in the water. What is water, That pours silver, And can hold the sky?
Water its living strength first shows, When obstacles its course oppose.
Water is the mother of the vine, The nurse and fountain of fecundity, The adorner and refresher of the world.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
I'm very fond of water: It ever must delight Each mother's son and daughter,-- When qualified aright.
Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.
There is no small pleasure in sweet water. [Lat., Est in aqua dulci non invidiosa voluptas.]
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner: Honest water, which ne'er left man i' th' mire.