It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men, Which Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune. Omitted, All The Voyage Of Their Life Is Bound In Shallows And In Miseries. On Such A Full Sea Are We Now Afloat. And We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.

Now No Way Can I Stray; Save Back To England, All The World's My Way.

Slander Lives Upon Succession, For Ever Housed Where It Gets Possession.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us! Be Thou A Spirit Of Health, Or Goblin Damn'd, Bring With Thee Airs From Heaven, Or Blasts From Hell, Be Thy Intents Wicked, Or Charitable, Thou Com'st In Such A Questionable Shape, That I Will Speak To Thee.

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?