All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

Whatever is, is in its causes just;But purblind manSees but a part o' th' chain; the nearest link;His eyes not carrying to that equal beamThat poises all above.

Tis Fate that flings the dice,And as she flingsOf kings makes peasants,And of peasants kings.

All humane things are subject to decay, And, when fate summons, Monarchs must obey.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!

An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.

The Fates but only spin the coarser clue; The finest of the wool is left for you.

For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.