Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor, The watery shore,> Is given thee till the break of day.

Hear the voice of the Bard, Who present, past, and future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walked among the ancient trees.

Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair.

You'll quite remove the ancient curse.

It's a cliche - but true - that life is not a dress rehearsal. You get to do it once, so do it well.

The tide tarrieth no man.

Now or never was the time.