Valient Redress

                Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
                But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
                What though the mast be now blown overboard,
                The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
                And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?
                Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet, that he
                Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad,
                With tearful eyes, add water to the sea,
                And give more strength to that which hath too much;
                Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,
                Which industry and courage might have saved?.

                                                By   William Shakespeare