the wordlinks poetry project

philosophie vitae ii

Bad ne’er betook me, ere good lost the fight, but good may lose, and still be in my grasp; Evil never is my lot, ere Fate hath spoken it. Still, good may win when pitted with my might. So Fate to me, and I to Fate we do us what we will. Fate is not my master, but my guard; for I am master of my Fate. *