Who would dare say what Fortune has in store
For those who cast their fate upon the winds?
Who would defy our God his Will, and more
Who'd dare discount the Fates' capricious minds?
An were she to embark upon this course
Of self sure mindedness and constancy
Then with what strength shall she produce a force
To keep her boat on such a raging sea?
To claim as much is surely foolishness,
A folly great as wishing on the night.
The Furies needs must plague with merciless
Intent, ceaseless regardless of her flight.
And so these sentiments I'll never own
Lest I should lose such friendship as has grown.