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What mockeries are our most firm resolves! To will is ours, but not to execute. We map our future like some unknown coast, And say, "Here is an harbour, here a rock— The one we will attain, the other shun:" And we do neither. Some chance gale springs up And bears us far o'er some unfathomed sea. Our efforts are all vain; at length we yield To winds and waves, that laugh at man's control.