CHAPTER XXXVII.  Thrice happy she that is so well assuredUnto herself and settled so in heartThat neither will for better be alluredNe fears to worse with any chance to start,But like a steddy ship doth strongly partThe raging waves and keeps her course aright;Ne aught for tempest doth from it depart,Ne aught for fairer weather’s false delight.Such self-assurance need not fear the spightOf grudging foes; ne favour seek of friends;But in the stay of her own stedfast mightNeither to one herself nor other bends.    Most happy she that most assured doth rest,    But he most happy who such