Lo these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd,And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield.Thus unlamented pass the proud away,The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day!So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glowFor others' good, or melt at others' woe.
Stern fate and time Will have their victims; and the best die first, Leaving the bad still strong, though past their prime, To curse the hopeless world they ever curs'd, Vaunting vile deeds, and vainest of the worst.
Each curs'd his fate that thus their project cross'd; How hard their lot who neither won nor lost.robert graves
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