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The bow is bent, the arrow flies,
The winged shaft of fate.
The bow is bent, the arrow flies,
The winged shaft of fate.
Yet what are they, the learned and the great?
Awhile of longer wonderment the theme!
Who shall read more
Yet what are they, the learned and the great?
Awhile of longer wonderment the theme!
Who shall presume to prophesy their date,
Where nought is certain save the uncertainty of fate?
- Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,
There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.
There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.
Let those deplore their doom,
Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn:
But lofty souls, who read more
Let those deplore their doom,
Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn:
But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb,
Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn.
Many things happen between the cup and the lip.
Many things happen between the cup and the lip.
A person must stand very tall to see their own fate.
A person must stand very tall to see their own fate.
Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends.
Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends.
