It's better to live, Licinius, neither
Always pressing out on the deep nor, trembling
And cautious, hugging overly close to the
The power who cherishes the golden mean
Safely avoids the squalor of a hovel
And discreetly keeps away from a palace
That excites envy.
Most often it's the huge pine that is shaken
By the wind, and the highest towers that fall
The greatest fall, and the tops of mountains that
Attract the lightning.
Hopeful in adversity, apprehensive
In prosperity is the heart that prepares
Well for either fate. Zeus brings the winter, but
Also takes it back.
For even if right now times are bad, they won't
Ever be that way: for Apollo doesn't
Always tense his bow, but sometimes he inspires
The silent Muses.
When the straits you sail have narrowed, show yourself
To be undaunted and bold — yet also be
Wise and tuck your sails when they're swelled by too strong
A following wind.
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