Into this world we come like ships,
Launched from the docks and stocks and slips,
For fortune fair or fatal.
—Thomas Hood.
O Neptune! You may save me if you will; you may sink me if you will; but whatever happens I shall keep my rudder true.
—Seneca’s “Pilot.”
Lowly faithful, banish fear,
Right onward sail unharmed;
The port, well worth the voyage, is near,
And every wave is charmed.