To tight-rein our urges we expect from the will
The firmness to select what is best,
Without thought, its function unknown to us still,
Will fickly, seek bliss's behest.

How often sages spoke, begging use of the head
When urgent calamities occur,
As if emergencies induce logic instead,
Miseries guaranteed to defer.

To influence another one should call on the heart
For gentle persuasion to commune
With feelings, exuding compassion's choice part
Of singing its melody in tune.

Whether heart or the head, which to choose is not clear
When the time to decide is at hand.
It's far better to muse, to discourse with the seer,
Reflection's history understand.

--H. Arlequin 



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