“Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar;
O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.”

—  Alfred, Lord Tennyson , The Lotos-Eaters

Choric Song, st. 8
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)

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