Fortune answers no calls, nor waits for calls,
Enters at will and, like death, times its strike.
Woes and miseries, like thieves, would escape
If fortune arrives, which is not certain.
11.03.2009
‘All other doubts, by time, let them be clear’d;
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer’d.’
W. Shakespeare: Cymbeline IV, iii
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