The stranger had given a blithesome promise, and anchored it with oaths, but oaths and anchors equally will drag; naught else abidesĀ on fickle earth but unkept promises of joy. Contrary winds from out unstable skies, or contrary moods of his more varying mind, or shipwreck and sudden death in solitary waves—whatever was the cause, the blithe stranger never was seen again.

Herman Melville, The Encantadas; or Enchanted Islands (1854)

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