The Cloud Of Fate By Bacchylides Translated By John Herman Merivale
Peaceful wealth, or painful toil,
Chance of war, or civil broil,
‘Tis not for man’s feeble race
These to shun, or those embrace.
But that all-disposing Fate
Which presides o’er mortal state,
Where it listeth, casts its shroud
Of impenetrable cloud.
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