Thought and Bethought

I thought of saying: “Drunken fool, You’re on the way to hell!” I thought to give him sharp rebuke A thing or two to tell; I thought I’d say: “Be just like me And all will then be well.” I thought I’d stand on pinnacle. A sermon to him preach; I’d tell that foolish fellow off, And call him “liquor-leech”; And, with a flood of bitter words A lesson hard would teach. But I bethought my hasty speech, Bethought my bitter thoughts; “Be just like me?” twill never do! With sin my heart...