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 1 Pre  |  execution outside Persepolis. "Fate overtook him," he sighs, "
 2 Pre  |      heart and soul are nought. Fate is that which comes to the
 3 Pre  |        itself is nought. Surely Fate is like an empty bowl standing
 4 VII  |       what the secret finger of Fate~Upon his own white forehead
 5 XI   |     hours slip from the hand of Fate,~Reckon each hour as a certain
 6 XVI  |        Like an empty cup is the fate of each,~That each must
 7 XVII |         life, then fear not thy fate,~Thou shalt not have lived
 8 XX   |       Until to-morrow!--or from Fate~Some passport to felicity,~
 9 XXVI |         That loosed the knot of Fate those Heavens conceal!~Not
10 XXIX | evermore~The universal wheel of Fate in ire.~Oh Pilgr'm nearing
11 XXXIV|   elsewhere,~And in the Book of Fate my name was writ.~Between