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Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit:
For whatsoe'er we perpetrate,
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Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit:
For whatsoe'er we perpetrate,
We do but row, we're steer'd by Fate,
Which in success oft disinherits,
For spurious causes, noblest merits.
But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up
another.
But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up
another.
Every one is the architect of his own fortune.
Every one is the architect of his own fortune.
Things and actions are what they are, and the consequences of
them will be what they will be; why read more
Things and actions are what they are, and the consequences of
them will be what they will be; why then should we desire to be
deceived?
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, read more
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, the important day, big with the fate
Of Cato, and of Rome.
What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou read more
What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder
