NOR judge me light, tho' light at times I seem, <br />And lightly in the stress of fortune bear <br />The innumerable flaws of changeful care - <br />Nor judge me light for this, nor rashly deem <br />(Office forbid to mortals, kept supreme <br />And separate the prerogative of God!) <br />That seaman idle who is borne abroad <br />To the far haven by the favouring stream. <br />Not he alone that to contrarious seas <br />Opposes, all night long, the unwearied oar, <br />Not he alone, by high success endeared, <br />Shall reach the Port; but, winged, with some light breeze <br />Shall they, with upright keels, pass in before <br />Whom easy Taste, the golden pilot, steered.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-i-6/
