Is not short paine well borne, that brings long ease,
And lays the soule to sleepe in quiet grave?
Sleepe after toyle, port after stormie seas,
Ease after warre, death after life does greatly please.
I am not attempting to seduce you with the blandishments of Spenser's Despair. If I were inclined to seduction, perhaps I should have used Milton's echo of Spenser:
Refreshment after toil, ease after pain,
That have been tired all day without repast,
And timely rest have wanted,... (Comus, 686-88).
Rather, my intention is to offer you real security and a real port from the electronic maelstrom.