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