come now my friends 't is not to late to seek a newer world push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrow; for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of the western stars until i die. it may be that the gulf will wash us down;  it may be we shall touch the happy isles, and see the great achilles, whom we knew. tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' we are that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that we are we are- one equal temper of heroic heats, made week by time time and ,but strong in will to strive to seek to find and not to yield-alfred tennyson