There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which,take at the flood,leads on to fortune;

Omitted,all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows and in miseries;

And we must take the current when it serves.

Or lose our ventures.

This never offered twice;seize,then,the hour

When fortune smiles,and duty points the way;

Nor shrink aside to escape the specter fear,

Nor pause,though pleasure beckon from her bower;

But bravely bear thee onward to the goal.