Author Bacchylides Peaceful wealth, or painful toil, Chance of war, or civil broil, 'Tis not for man's feeble race These to shun, or those embrace. But that all-disposing Fate Which presides o'er mortal state, Where it listeth, casts its shroud Of impenetrable cloud. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments