Good And Evil.

Good thoughts, 'tis said, are no more than good dreams Save they be into action put, and that On opportunity depends. Alas! If place and power cohered, what good were done Which else, a babe still-born, has no way here, But in the womb of good intention fails, The heart's abortion! Ay, and thuswise too, Full many a foul intent in that it has No power or place of action is debarred A monstrous birth. So nature haply does In some mysterious way we do not know Still hold the balance 'tween the good and ill Of thought in action here, and we become (In spite of our own selves full oft indeed) Dispensers of a higher equity Than the bare law of reason would allow.