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For it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 63.
16 What, will the line stretch out to the crack of
doom? Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 117.
17 Things at the worst will cease or else climb
upward To what they were before.
Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 24.
Unseen hands delay The coming of what oft seems close in ken, And, contrary, the moment, when we say "Twill never come!' comes on us even then. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-Thomas
Muntzer to Martin Luther. L. 382. They only fall, that strive to move, Or lose, that care to keep. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-Wanderer. Bk. III. Futility. St. 6.
The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies; We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless
doors Close after us, forever.
D. M. MUÍOCK-April.
If he had been as you and you as he,
Measure for Measure. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 64.
Pericles. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 63.
And all the bustle of departure sometimes sad, sometimes intoxicating—just as fear or hope may be inspired by the new chances of coming destiny. MADAME DE STAËL-Corinne. Bk. X. Ch.
Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn’d to clay,
(See also TENNYSQN)
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 194.
And from his ashes may be made
(See also HAMLET)
Thou cam'st not to thy place by accident,
Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies, Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 1.
Quisque suos patimur manes.
We bear each one our own destiny.