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III. LINES.
[Fatis agimur, cedite fatis!]
i.
Fatis agimur, cedite fatis!Which, in our Tongue, as I translate, is,
Fate rules us: then to Fate give way!
—Now, dreadful Critic! tell me pray,
What have you against this to say?
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ii.
My Pylades! what Juv'nal says, no Jest is;Scriptus & in tergo, nec dum finitus Orestes.
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