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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.
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
The bow is bent, the arrow flies,
The winged shaft of fate.
The bow is bent, the arrow flies,
The winged shaft of fate.
He has gone to the demnition bow-wows.
He has gone to the demnition bow-wows.
The wine is poured, you should drink it.
[Fr., Le vin est verse, il faut le boire.]
The wine is poured, you should drink it.
[Fr., Le vin est verse, il faut le boire.]
We create our fate every day we live
We create our fate every day we live
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.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
