What rules the lives of men: beggars and kings,
And those between, that unseats or installs,
That crowns, exiles, or that sweetens or stings,
While Fate has claimed the risings and the falls?
Had all outcomes been rigged for loves and wars,
As lots been cast in Mt. Olympus?
Or that the lovers' trysts are linked with stars,
To end as planned, in spite of the rumpus?
It has been such folly, to cross the gods,
And quite pagan for those who court their will,
Somewhere between, man's destiny so plods,
And thus, would Providence likely fulfill:
......But Fate esteems men no higher than elves,
......Once they have failed to rise above themselves.
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