Soul's Delight Poem by Palladas

Soul's Delight



Why toil in vain, O man, thy soul disquieting?
Fate's slave from birth thou art, without release.
Suffer it thus- with destiny contend not;
To love thy lot- this is to love thy peace.
Nay, better- strive to wrest, in fate's despite,
Some sweetness from thy life, some soul's delight.

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