Phaleuciacks III

Wisdom warns me to shun that once I sought
And in time to retire my hasty footsteps:
Wisdom sent from above, not earthly wisdom:
Long, too long have I slept in ease uneasy;
On false worldly relief my trust reposing:
Health and wealth in a boat, no stern, nor anchor;
Bold and blind that I was, to sea be-taking,
Scarce from shore had I launched, when all about me,
Waves like hills did arise, till help from Heaven
Brought my ship to the port of late repentance.