from PROMETHEUS UNBOUND
                       - Percy Bysshe Shelley

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or nights;
To defy Power which seems omnipotent;
To love and bear; to Hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be
Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free;
This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.