Methinks we all forget that we are mortal,
And that so short a span the Fates allot.
χὡς βραχὺν ἐκ Μοίρας λάχομες χρόνον.
Original text (Ancient Greek)
Original text (Ancient Greek)
May the Muses ever give me song at my desire, dear melodious song, the sweetest physic in the world.
The unceasing drip of water, as they say,
Will wear a channel in the hardest stone.
We may not have chosen the time, but the time has chosen us.
“Destiny,” said John. “The ghastliest word a man can speak.”
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