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By Destiny’s breeze is driven. Comes from Zeus no guiding sign;

Yet we embark on many a venturous emprise: yea, we pine

For exploits many: yea, enthralled by hope insatiate are

Our natures. But Fate’s tides from man’s foreknowledge roll afar.

In quest of gain heed measure due. The madness of desire

For unattainable ambitions hotter burns than fire.