LOOK now on that Adventurer who hath paid <br />His vows to Fortune; who, in cruel slight <br />Of virtuous hope, of liberty, and right, <br />Hath followed wheresoe'er a way was made <br />By the blind Goddess,--ruthless, undismayed; <br />And so hath gained at length a prosperous height, <br />Round which the elements of worldly might <br />Beneath his haughty feet, like clouds, are laid. <br />O joyless power that stands by lawless force! <br />Curses are 'his' dire portion, scorn, and hate, <br />Internal darkness and unquiet breath; <br />And, if old judgments keep their sacred course, <br />Him from that height shall Heaven precipitate <br />By violent and ignominious death.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/look-now-on-that-adventurer-who-hath-paid/
