When once my mind is set upon a thing
It is quite difficult to dissuade it.
A stubborn demon in my will will sit
And he will not abide its altering
No matter what inducements you can bring,
Or implications, made with greatest wit,
That other courses could be good. No fit
Of reason can remove him, nor no sting
Of guilt. When I decide, I do decide,
And he will be there guarding my decision,
As long as it may take to make it so.
He's my enforcer, and I am his guide;
Between us there can be no imprecision:
Our mind is settled; that's how it will go.
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