THrise happie she, that is so well assured <br />Vnto her selfe and setled so in hart: <br />that nether will for better be allured, <br />ne feard with worse to any chaunce to start, <br />But like a steddy ship doth strongly part <br />the raging waues and keepes her course aright: <br />ne ought for tempest doth from it depart, <br />ne ought for fayrer weathers false delight. <br />Such selfe assurance need not feare the spight, <br />of grudging foes, ne fauour seek of friends: <br />but in the stay of her owne stedfast might, <br />nether to one her selfe nor other bends. <br />Most happy she that most assured doth rest, <br />but he most happy who such one loues best.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lix-2/
