Infirmity Lies in the Mind

We do what we desire. 'Tis not the sinews
Fail when we falter, but the infirm thought.
Thus the bald Roman, who trod down the world,
Unto his shuddering pilot cried,—“ What fear?
Thou carriest Cæsar! ”—Dare,—and it is done!
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