Someone Spins the Thread

"Whom the rising sun hath seen high in pride, 
him the setting sun hath seen laid low. 
Let none be over-confident when fortune smiles; 
let none despair of better things when fortune fails. 
Clotho blends weal and woe, lets no lot stand, 
keeps ever fate a-turning. 
No one has found the gods so kind that he may promise to-morrow to himself. 
God keeps all mortal things in swift whirl turning."

(Seneca, Thyestes)

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