"Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean -- roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin -- his control
Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown."
from Byron's Childe Harold. He was definitely not the cheeriest bloke on the planet but he did know how to write a line or two. Not that one's envious in anyway, you understand. Oh no, not the louse.
Bastard!
