FATE

All human things are subject to decay,

And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

—Dryden.

All are architects of Fate,

Working in these walls of Time:

Some with massive deeds and great,

Some with ornaments of rhyme.

—Longfellow.

Fate holds the strings, and Men like Children, move

But as they're led: Success is from above.

—Lord Lansdowne.

One ship drives east, and another west

With the self-same winds that blow;

'Tis the set of the sails

And not the gales

Which decide the way to go.

Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate

As we voyage along through life;

'Tis the will of the soul

That decides its goal,

And not the calm or the strife.