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! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Upon my soul, this water tastes quite nice. I wonder what vintage now?… It tastes just like the year 1881 tasted. – G.K. Chesterton, The Flying Inn, 1914