264 FATE PATE
The Moving Finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Omar Khayyam—Rvbaiyat. 7i. FitzGerald's trans. ("Thy piety" in first ed.}})
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Thos. Otway—Youth Preserved. Act. III. Sc. 1.
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| text = <poem>Geminos, horoscope, varo Producis genio.
O natal star, thou producest twins of widely
different character.
Persius—Satires. VI. 18.
"Thou shalt see me at Philippi," was the remark of the spectre which appeared to Brutus
in his tent at Abydos [b. c. 42]. Brutus answered
boldly: "I will meet thee there." At Philippi
the spectre reappeared, and Brutus, after being
defeated, died upon his own sword.
Plutarch—Life of Cæsar. Life of Morons
Bndus.
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| text = But blind to former as to future fate,
What mortal knows his pre-existent state?
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Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate.
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A brave man struggling in the storms of fate.
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| work = Prologue to Addison's Cato.
As the bird by wandering, as the swallow by
flying, so the curse causeless shall not come.
Proverbs. XXVI. 2.
He putteth down one and setteth up another.
LXXV. 7.
Fate sits on these dark battlements, and frowns;
And as the portals open to receive me,
Her voice, in sullen echoes, through the courts,
Tells of a nameless deed.
Ann Radcldte—The Motto to "The Mysteries
of Udolpho."
Saepe calamitas solatium est nosse sortem suam.
It is often a comfort in misfortune to know
our own fate.
Quintus Cobttos Rufus—De Rebus Gestis
Alexandri Magni. IV. 10. 27.
Der Zug des Herzens ist des Schicksals Stimme.
The heart's impulse is the voice of fate.
Schiller—Piccolomini. III. 8. 82.
Mach deine Rechnung mit dem Himmel, Vogt!
Fort musst du, deine Uhr ist abgelaufen.
Make thine account with Heaven, governor,
Thou must away, thy sand is run.
Schiller—WUhelm Tell. IV. 3. 7.
Fata volemtem ducunt, nolentem trahunt.
The fates lead the willing, and drag the unwilling.
Seneca—Epistolce Ad Lucilium. CVII.
is Multi ad fatum
Venere suum dum fata timent.
Many have reached their fate while dreading
fate.
Seneca—Œdipus. 993.
Nemo fit fato nocens.
No one becomes guilty by fate.
Seneca—Œdipus. 1,019.
Eat, speak, and move, under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure such are to be followed.
All's Well That Ends Well. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 56. </poem>
My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Numean lion's nerve. '
Hamlet. Act. I. Sc. 4. I/. 81.
Our wills and fates do so contrary run
That our devices still are overthrown;
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our
own.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 221.
O God! that one might read the book of fate,
And see the revolutions of the times
Make mountains level, and the continent
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea!
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 45.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 59.
If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou mayst live;
If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
Julius Cassar. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 15.
Fates, we will know your pleasures:
That we shall die we know; 'tis but the time
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 98.
What should be spoken here, where our fate,
Hid within an auger-hole, may rush, and seize
us?
Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 127.
But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.
Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 83.
But, O vain boast!
Who can control his fate?
Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 264.
You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of Fate; the elements
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at
stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle that's in my plume.
Act III. Sc. 3. L. 60.
Fate, show thy force; ourselves we do not owe;
What is decreed must be, and be this so.
