A little boy wearied with a long journey, lay down overcome with
fatigue on the very brink¹ of a deep well. Being within an inch of
falling into the water, Dame² Fortune, it is said, appeared to him, and
waking him from his slumber³, thus addressed him: "Little boy, pray
wake up: for had you fallen into the well, the blame will be thrown on
me, and I shall get an ill name among mortals; for I find that men are
sure to blame their calamities⁴ to me, however much by their own
folly they have really brought them on themselves."


"Every one is more or less master of his own fate."

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