Mark what unvary'd laws preserve each state, Laws wise as Nature, and as fixed as Fate.
Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
And binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.
Astrologers that future fates foreshow.
Monuments, like men, submit to fate.