Give me a soul that on this life’s rough seas
Loves to have his sails filled with a lusty wind
Even til his sailyards tremble and his masts crack
And his rapt ship runs so low that she drinks water
And her keel ploughs air.
There is no danger to a man that knows what life
And death is; there’s not any law
Exceeds his knowledge; nor is it lawful that he
Should stoop to any other law.
– George Chapman