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tes impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide. _King Henry VI., Pt. IV. Act iv. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, _Essay on Man, Epistle I_. A. POPE. Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn: But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. _The Minstrel, Bk. I_. J. BEATTIE. No living man can send me to the shades Before my time; no man of woman born, Coward or brave, can shun his destiny. _The Iliad, Bk. VI_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ BRYANT. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven: the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. _All's Well that Ends Well, Act i. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE. I'll make assurance doubly sure, And take a bond of Fate. _Macbeth, Act iv. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE. Men at some time are masters of their fates; The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. _Julius Caesar, Act i. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE. Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate. Nothing to him falls early, or too late. _Upon an Honest Man's Fortune_. J. FLETCHER. There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. _Hamlet, Act v. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE. FAULT. Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. All men make faults. _Sonnet XXXV_. SHAKESPEARE. Men still had faults, and men will have them still; He that hath none, and lives as angels do, Must be an angel. _On Mr. Dryden's Religio Laici_. W. DILLON. Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault. _Measure for Measure, Act ii. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE. And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches, set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patched. _King John, Act iv. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Why, every fault's condemned ere it be done. Mine were the very cipher of a function, To
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