Fifth

Resort to the sails which in tempests stay high,
Where tranquil holds so firm in the blue;
Where it gets so difficult to distinguish,
The sky from the water, by their hue.

Flow not in the glory of successes,
For the troughs will be as deep as high the crests are;
The oceans wrath, but to make known your worth,
Let the wound be a lesson, and not a mere scar.