"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.  It may be that the gulfs will wash us down, it may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles, and see the great Achilles, whom we knew.  Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' we are not now that strength which in old days moved Earth and Heaven; that which we are we are; one equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will, to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

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EXCERPTED FROM ULYSSES