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Nulla vis humana vel virtus meruisse unquam potuit, ut, quod præscripsit 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 MARCELLINUS-Historia. XXIII.

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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.

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Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate,
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
SAMUEL JOHNSON—Vanity of Human Wishes.

L. 345.
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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,

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Earth loves to gibber o'er her dross,
Her golden souls, to waste;

she fills for her god-men
Is a bitter cup to taste.
DON MARQUIS—Wages.

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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.

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All are architects of Fate,

“That puts it not unto the touch Working in these walls of Time;

To win or lose it all." Some with massive deeds and great,

Version in NAPIER's Memorials of Montrose. Some with ornaments of rhyme. LONGFELLOW-Builders. St. 1.

Nullo fata loco possis excludere.

From no place can you exclude the fates. No one is so accursed by fate,

MARTIAL-Epigrams. IV. 60. 5.
No one so utterly desolate,
But some heart, though unknown,

All the great things of life are swiftly done,
Responds unto his own.

Creation, death, and love the double gate. LONGFELLOW-Endymion. St. 8.

However much we dawdle in the sun 10

We have to hurry at the touch of Fate. A millstone and the human heart are driven ever

MASEFIELD-Widow in the Bye Street. Pt. II. round, If they have nothing else to grind, they must And sing to those that hold the vital shears; themselves be ground.

And turn the adamantine spindle round, LONGFELLOW. Trans. of FRIEDRICH VON On which the fate of gods and men is wound.

LOGAU—Sinnegedichte. Same idea in Lu MILTON—Arcades.
THERTable Talk. HAZLITT's trans. (1848)

Fixed, fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute.
Kabira wept when he beheld the millstone roll, MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 560.
Of that which passes 'twixt the stones, nought
goes forth whole.

Necessity and chance PROF. EASTWICK's trans. of the Bag-o-Behar. Approach not me, and what I will is fate. (Garden and the Spring.)

MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 72.

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Multi ad fatum The Moving Finger writes, and having writ, Venere suum dum fata timent. Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit

Many have reached their fate while dreading Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

fate. Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

SENECA-Edipus. 993.
OMAR KHAYYAMRubaiyat. 71. FITZGER 16
ALD's trans. ("Thy piety" in first ed.)

Nemo fit fato nocens.

No one becomes guilty by fate. Big with the fate of Rome.

SENECA-Edipus. 1,019. Thos. OTWAY-Youth Preserved. Act. III. Sc. 1. 17 (See also ADDISON)

Eat, speak, and move, under the influence of 3

the most received star; and though the devil lead Geminos, horoscope, varo Producis genio. the measure such are to be followed.

O natal star, thou producest twins of widely All's Well That Ends Well. Act II. Sc. 1. different character.

L. 56. PERSIUS-Satires. VI. 18.

My fate cries out, 4

And makes each petty artery in this body “Thou shalt see me at Philippi,” was the re- As hardy as the Numean lion's nerve. mark of the spectre which appeared to Brutus Hamlet. Act. I. Sc. 4. L. 81. in his tent at Abydos (B. C. 42]. Brutus answered 19 boldly: "I will meet thee there.” At Philippi Our wills and fates do so contrary run the spectre reappeared, and Brutus, after being That our devices still are overthrown; defeated, died upon his own sword.

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our PLUTARCH-Life of Cæsar. Life of Marcus own. Brutus.

Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 221. 5

20 But blind to former as to future fate,

O God! that one might read the book of fate, What mortal knows his pre-existent state? And see the revolutions of the times POPEDunciad. Bk. III. L. 47.

Make mountains level, and the continent 6

Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate. Into the sea!
POPEEssay on Man. Ep. I. L. 77.

Henry IV. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 45. 7

21 A brave man struggling in the storms of fate.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; POPE-Prologue to Addison's Cato.

It boots not to resist both wind and tide.

Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 59. 8

22 As the bird by wandering, as the swallow by flying, so the curse causeless shall not come.

If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou mayst live;

If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
Proverbs. XXVI. 2.

Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 15.
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He putteth down one and setteth up another. Fates, we will know your pleasures:
Psalms. LXXV. 7.

That we shall die we know; 'tis but the time 10

And drawing days out, that men stand upon. Fate sits on these dark battlements, and frowns; Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 98. And as the portals open to receive me, Her voice, in sullen echoes, through the courts, What should be spoken here, where our fate, Tells of a nameless deed.

Hid within an auger-hole, may rush, and seize ANN RADCLIFFEThe Motto to "The Mysteries us? of Udolpho."

Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 127. 11

25 Sæpe calamitas solatium est nosse sortem suam. But yet I'll make assurance double sure,

It is often a comfort in misfortune to know And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live. our own fate.

Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 83.
QUINTUS CURTIUS RUFUSDe Rebus Gestis
Alexandri Magni. IV. 10. 27.

But, О vain boast! 12

Who can control his fate?
Der Zug des Herzens ist des Schicksals Stimme. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 264.

The heart's impulse is the voice of fate.
SCHILLERPiccolomini. III. 8. 82.

You fools!

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Are ministers of Fate; the elements Mach deine Rechnung mit dem Himmel, Vogt! Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Fort musst du, deine Uhr ist abgelaufen.

Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at Make thine account with Heaven, governor,

stabs Thou must away, thy sand is run.

Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish SCHILLER—Wilhelm Tell. IV. 3. 7.

One dowle that's in my plume.

Tempest. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 60. Fata volemtem ducunt, nolentem trahunt.

The fates lead the willing, and drag the un Fate, show thy force; ourselves we do not owe; willing.

What is decreed must be, and be this so. SENECA-Epistolæ Ad Lucilium. CVII. Twelfth Night. Act I.' Sc. 5. L. 329.

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I saw him even now going the way of all flesh.

JOHN WEBSTER—Westward Ho. Act II. Sc.2,

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Our golden treasure, and our purple state.
They cannot ward the inevitable hour,

Nor stay the fearful violence of fate."
WEST-Monody on Queen Caroline.

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Two shall be born, the whole wide world apart, And speak in different tongues, and have no

thought Each of the other's being; and have no heed; And these, o'er unknown seas to unknown lands Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death; And, all unconsciously, shape every act to this

one end:
That one day out of darkness they shall meet
And read life's meanings in each other's eyes.
SUSAN M. SPAULDINGFate. In Wings of

Icarus. (1802) Falsely claimed by G. E.
EDMUNDSON.

This day we fashion Destiny, our web of Fate we

spin. WHITTIERThe Crisis. St. 10.

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Blindlings that er blos den Willen des Ge

schickes. Man blindly works the will of fate. WIELAND-Oberon. IV. 59.

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Des Schiksals Zwang ist bitter.

The compulsion of fate is bitter.
WIELAND-Oberon. V. 60.

Jacta alea esto. (Jacta est alea.)

Let the die be cast.
SUETONIUS—Cæsar. 32. (Cæsar, on crossing

the Rubicon.) Quoted as a proverb used
by Cæsar in PLUTARCH-Apophthegms.
Opp. Mor.

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From too much love of living,

From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving

Whatever gods may be
That no life lives forever;

That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river

Winds somewhere safe to sea. SWINBURNE—Garden of Proserpine.

My fearful trust "en vogant la galére.” (Come what may.) SIR THOMAS WYATT-The Lover Prayeth Venus.

Vogue la galée. See MOLIÈRETartuffe.
Act I. Sc. 1. MONTAIGNE—Essays. Bk.
I. Ch. XL. RABELAIS—Gargantua. Bk. I.
Ch. XX.

FAULTS
Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so,
Not for thy faults, but mine.

BYRONChilde Harold. Canto IV. St. 77.

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Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy; Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I. CHRISTOPHER CODRINGTON-On Garth's Dis

pensary.

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Peras imposuit Jupiter nobis duas.
Propriis repletam vitiis post tergum dedit;
Alienis ante pectus suspendit gravem.

Jupiter has placed upon us two wallets. Hanging behind each person's back he has given one full of his own faults; in front he has hung a heavy one full of other people's. PHÆDRUSFables. Bk. IV. 9. 1.

(See also CATULLUS) Quia, qui alterum incusat probi, eum ipsum se intueri oportet.

Because those, who twit others with their faults, should look at home. PLAUTUSTruculentus. I. 2. 58.

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Men still had faults, and men will have them still;
He that hath none, and lives as angels do,
Must be an angel.
WENTWORTH DILLON–Miscellanies. On Mr.

Dryden's Religio Laici. L. 8.
The defects of great men are the consolation of
the dunces.
ISAAC D'ISRAELIEssay on the Literary Char-

acter. Preface. P. XXIX and Vol. I. P. 187.

(See also IRVING) Heureux l'homme quand il n'a pas les défauts de ses qualités.

Happy the man when he has not the defects of his qualities. BISHOP DUPANLOUP.

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Nihil peccat, nisi quod nihil peccat.

He has no fault except that he has no fault. PLINY THE YOUNGEREpistles. Bk. LX. 26.

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The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
POPETo the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady.

L. 14.

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Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom

with mirth; If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.

GOLDSMITH-Retaliation. L. 24.

I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults.

As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 298.

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His very faults smack of the raciness of his good qualities. WASHINGTON IRVING—Sketch Book. John Bull.

(See also D'ISRAELI) Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them.

BEN JONSON—Catiline. Act III. Sc. 2.

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Quis tulerit Gracchos de seditione querentes?

Who'd bear to hear the Gracchi chide sedition? (Listen to those who denounce what they do themselves.) JUVENALSatires. II. 24.

And oftentimes, excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault, Than did the fault before it was so patched. King John. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 30.

(See also MEURIER) 23 All's not offence that indiscretion finds.

King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 198.

24 Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Why, every fault's condemn'd ere it be done; Mine were the very cipher of a function, To fine the faults whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor.

Measure for Measure. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 37.

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Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.

LOWELL-A Fable for Critics. L. 28.

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You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit. MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. XIV. Ep. 111.

Trans. by WRIGHT.
Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.

He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
GABRIEL MEURIERTresor des Sentences.

(See also KING JOHN)
Ut nemo in sese tentat descendere, nemo!
Sed præcedenti spectatur mantica tergo.

That no one, no one at all, should try to search into himself! But the wallet of the person in front is carefully kept in view. PERSIUS-Satires. IV. 24.

(See also CATULLUS)

Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth

know That's like my brother's fault.

Measure for Measure. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 136.

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Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. All men make faults.

Sonnet XXXV.

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