“I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me and alone . . .
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unfurnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life! . . .
. . . And though
We are not 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.”
~ from the poem Ulysses written in 1842 by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Victorian poet, (1809 – 1892)