I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul

As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

The many fail: the one succeeds.

Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.

Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle.

Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die

And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three.