Nec igne, nec vnda

AMID the waues, a mightie Rock doth stand,
Whose ruggie brow, had bidden many a shower,
And bitter storme; which neither sea, nor land,
Nor IOVES sharpe-lightening ever could devoure:
This same is MANLIE CONSTANCIE of mind,
Not easly moou'd, with every blast of wind.

Neere which you see, a goodly ship to drowne,
Herewith bright flaming in a pitteous fire:
This is OPINION, tossed vp and downe,
Whose Pilot's PRIDE, & Steeresman VAINE DESIRE,
Those flames HOT PASSIONS, & the WORLD the sea,
God blesse the man, that's carried thus away.