There is a tide


There is a tide in the affairs of men 
Which, taken any way you please, is bad,
And strands them in forsaken guts and creeks 
No decent soul would think of visiting.
You cannot stop the tide;  but, now and then,
You may arrest some rash adventurer,
Who—-h'm—will hardly thank you for your pains.

                                                                   Vibart's Moralities

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