To unpathed waters, undreamed shores
As you shake off one, to take another: Nothing so certain as your anchors
A course more promising
Than a wild dedication of yourselves
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores; most certain,
To miseries enough: no hope to help you;
But, as you shake off one, to take another:
Nothing so certain as your anchors; who
Do their best office, if they can but stay you
Where you’ll be loth to be: besides, you know,
Prosperity’s the very bond of love,
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
Affliction alters.by William Shakespeare
(April 1564 – May 1616)
from Winter’s Tale
