Beginning Difficult.

Kings must be dauntless; subjects will contemn
Those who want hearts and wear a diadem.

My wearied bark, O let it now be crown'd!
The haven reach'd to which I first was bound.

Hast thou begun an act? ne'er then give o'er:
No man despairs to do what's done before.

Be not dismayed though crosses cast thee down;
Thy fall is but the rising to a crown.

Rise, household gods, and let us go;
But whither I myself not know.
First, let us dwell on rudest seas;
Next, with severest savages;
Last, let us make our best abode
Where human foot as yet ne'er trod:
Search worlds of ice, and rather there
Dwell than in loathed Devonshire.

Conquer we shall, but we must first contend;
'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.