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

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