Note 242 — Chapter XXI · THE ANTHOLOGY.
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One day three girls were casting lots in play, Which first to Acheron should take her way; Thrice with their sportive hands they threw, and thrice To the same hand returned the fateful dice; The maiden laughed when thus her doom was told: Alas! that moment from the roof she rolled! So sure is Fate whene'er it bringeth bale, While prayers and vows for bliss must ever fail.
J. A. Symonds. M.D.