Of Voyagers

A DVENTURERS who dare not sail their Ships
Till Wind and Tide are fair, will make Few Trips.

" Mind the Helm or Rock! " the Whirlpool chuckles.
Hark to Reason or she'll Rap your Knuckles.

H E finds not any Good in any sort
Of Wind, who does not steer for any Port.

W HEN Wind and Water come to Grips
Their Wrath is wreaked upon the Ships.

T HE Seasoned Traveler shuns the Horse that Stumbles,
The Bed that Creaks, the Table-mate who Grumbles.
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