FATE FATE
With equal pace, impartial Fate Knocks at the palace, as the cottage gate. Horace—Carmina. I. 4. 17. Francis' trans. </poem>
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Saepius ventis agitatur ingens
Pinus, et celsae graviore casu
Decidunt terres feriuntque summos
Fulgura montes.
The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the
winds; high towers fall with a heavier crash;
and the lightning strikes the highest mountain.
Horace—Carmina. II. 10. 9. (Taken
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| text = <poem>East, to the dawn, or west or south or north!
Loose rein upon the neck of—and forth!
Richard Hovey—Faith and Fate.
I do not know beneath what sky
Nor on what seas shall be thy fate;
I only know it shall be high,
I only know it shall be great.
Richard Hovey—Unmanifest Destiny.
Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate,
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = Vanity of Human Wishes.
L. 345.
Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest-green,
Married to green in all the sweetest flowers—
Forget-me-not,—the blue bell,—and, that queen
Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers
Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great,
When in an Eye thou art alive with fate!
Keats—Answer to a Sonnet by J. H. Reynolds.
Fate holds the strings, and Men like children
move
But as they're led: Success is from above.
Lord Lansdowne—Heroic Love. Act. V.
Sc. 1.
All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time;
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Builders. St. 1.
No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,
But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Endymion. St. 8.
A millstone and the human heart are driven ever
round,
If they have nothing else to grind, they must
themselves be ground.
Longfellow. Trans, of Fredrich von Logau—Sinnegedichte. Same idea in Luther—Table Talk. Hazlitt's trans. (1848)
Kabira wept when he beheld the millstone roll,
Of that which passes 'twixt the stones, nought
goes forth whole.
Prof. Eastwick's trans, of the Bag-o-Behar.
(Garden and the Spring.)
In se magna ruunt: laetis hunc numina rebus
Crescendi posuere modum.
Mighty things haste to destruction: this
limit have the gods assigned to human prosperity.
Lucan—Pharsalia. I. 81.
Sed quo fata trahunt, virtus secura sequetur.
Whither the fates lead virtue will follow
without fear.
LtrcAN—Pharsalia. II. 287.
Nulla vis humana vel virtus meruisse unquam
potuit, ut, quod prasscripsit fatalis ordo, non fiat.
No power or virtue of man could ever have
deserved that what has been fated should not
have taken place.
Ammianus Marcelltnus—Historia. XXIII.
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It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is over-rul'd by fate.
Marlowe—Hero and Leander. First Sestiad.
L. 167.
Earth loves to gibber o'er her dross,
Her golden souls, to waste;
The cup she fills for her god-men
Is a bitter cup to taste. J
Don Marquis—Wages.
For him who fain would teach the world
The world holds hate in fee—
For Socrates, the hemlock cup;
For Christ, Gethsemane.
Don Marquis—Wages.
He either fears his fate too much,
Or his deserts are small,
That dares not put it to the touch
To gain or lose it all.
Marquis of Montrose—My Dear and only
Love.
"That puts it not unto the touch
To win or lose it all."
Version in Napier's Memorials of Montrose.
Nullo fata loco possis excludere.
From no place can you exclude the fates.
Martial—Epigrams. IV. 60. 5.
All the great things of life are swiftly done,
Creation, death, and love the double gate.
However much we dawdle in the sun
We have to hurry at the touch of Fate.
Masefield—Widow in the Bye Street. Pt. II.
And sing to those that hold the vital shears;
And turn the adamantine spindle round,
On which the fate of gods and men is wound.
| author = Milton
| work = Arcades.
Fixed, fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. II. L. 560.
Necessity and chance
Approach not me, and what I will is fate.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. VII. L. 72.
