And let this weigh as lead to slow your steps,
to make you move as would a weary
man
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to yes or no when you do not see
clearly:
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whether he would affirm or would
deny,
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he who decides without
distinguishing
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must be among the most obtuse of
men;
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opinion—hasty—often can incline
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to the wrong side, and then
affection for
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one’s own opinion binds, confines
the mind.
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Far worse than uselessly he leaves
the shore
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(more full of error than he was
before)
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who fishes for the truth but lacks
the art.
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. . . . |
So, too, let men not be too
confident
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in judging—witness those who, in
the field,
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would count the ears before the
corn is ripe;
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for I have seen, all winter
through, the brier
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display itself as stiff and
obstinate,
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and later, on its summit, bear the
rose;
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and once I saw a ship sail
straight and swift
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through all its voyaging across
the sea,
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then perish at the end, at harbor
entry.
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Let not Dame Bertha or Master
Martin think
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that they have shared God’s
Counsel when they see
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one rob and see another who
donates:
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the last may fall, the other may
be saved.
Dante Alighieri, Paradiso, Canto XIII (Mandelbaum translation)
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