Moirai

"If thou observe the tokens, which this man Trac’d by the finger of the angel bears, ’Tis plain that in the kingdom of the just He needs must share. But sithence she, whose wheel Spins day and night, for him not yet had drawn That yarn, which, on the fatal distaff pil’d, Clotho apportions to each wight that breathes, His soul, that sister is to mine and thine, Not of herself could mount, for not like ours Her ken."

"Comes the blind Fury with th’abhorrèd shears, And slits the thin spun life."

"Tous nos jours sont sujets aux Parques; Ceux des bergers et des monarques Sont coupds des memes ciseaux."