CHAPTER I. OF THE DHAMMAPADA
Thought in the mind hath made us. What thou art
By thought was wrought and builded. If a soul
Hath evil thoughts, pain comes as wheels of cart
Behind its oxen roll.
All that we are is what we think and will:
Our thoughts shape us and frame. If one endure
In purity of thought, joy follows still
As his own shadow—sure!
"He hath defamed me, wronged me, broken trust,
