The Appointed Time

By Aeschylus

Translated By E. H. Plumptre

Yet though a man gets many wounds in breast,
He dieth not, unless the appointed time,
The limit of his life’s span, coincide;
Nor does the man who by the hearth at home
Sits still, escape the doom that Fate decrees.

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