Volume 5 — Original. Beams.

"Why seest thou the mote in thy brother's eye, but the beam that is in thine own eye thou considerest not?" Disciple. "How's this! And hath my brother ne'er a beam That may be plucked from out his eye? And are my brother's beams all motes, And none have beams but I?" Master. "E'en so, For beams enough there be, I trow; And who will claim them, if not thou?" Disciple. "'Tis well! I'll claim mine own. (Methinks it has of late much larger grown.)" Master. "Suffices it, if thou wilt claim but one. Then shall thy brother, in thy sight, have none. For beams do so prevent pride's selfish view That, if thy brother's beam did weigh a ton, It would appear the smallest mote to you."