Is like a ship in midst of tempest left,

Withouten helm or pilot her to sway;

Full sad and dreadful is that ship’s event:

So is the man that wants intendiment.

Spenser.

Wisdom, the antidote of sad despair,

Makes sharp afflictions seem not as they are,

Through patient sufferance; and doth apprehend,

Not as they seeming are, but as they end.

Francis Quarles.