Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure.

Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure

I read the label underneath, That telleth me whereto I must; I see the sentence eke that saith 'Remember, man, that thou art dust!' But yet, alas, but seldom I Do think indeed that I must die - My ancestors are turned to clay, And many of my mates ar

Set your sail to the wind.

Time and tide wait for no man, but always stand still for a woman of thirty

Thought is the wind and knowledge the sail.