4 quotes
O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers,
Why make such game of this poor life of ours?
The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869)
My life is lived, and I have played
The part that Fortune gave.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
O impotence of man's frail mind
To fate and to the future blind,
Presumptuous and o'erweening still
When Fortune follows at its will!
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)
My chief, let Fate cry on or back,
'Tis ours to follow, nothing slack:
Whate'er betide, he only cures
The stroke of Fortune who endures.
The Aeneid of Virgil (1866)