A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast
And fills the white and rustling sails,
And bends the gallant mast!
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
While, like the eagle free,
Away the good ship flies,
and leaves Old England in the lee.
- Allan Cunningham, Songs of Scotland
A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea

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.
- Sir Walter Scott