Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.
There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.
Everything flows and nothing stays.
Go on with a spirit that fears nothing.