Attain the unattainable.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.
Man is man, and master of his fate.
How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Tho' much is taken, much abides.