"Tis Fate that flings the dice,And as she flingsOf kings makes peasants,And of peasants kings.
Whatever is, is in its causes just;But purblind manSees but a part o' th' chain; the nearest link;His eyes not carrying to that equal beamThat poises all above.
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Whatever is, is in its causes just;But purblind manSees but a part o' th' chain; the nearest link;Hi...
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