There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Like the star
That shines afar,
And without rest,
Let each man wheel with steady sway
Round the task that rules the day,
And do his best.