Mortal Prudence, handmaid of Divine Providence, hath inscrutable reckoning with Fate and Fortune: We sail a changeful sea through halcyon days and storm, and when the ship laboureth, our steadfast purpose trembles like as the compass in a binnacle. Our stability is but balance, and wisdom lies in masterful administration of the unforeseen.
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From "The Testament of Beauty" A Poem in Four Books Oxford University Press, New York, 1930