Our life is like to dice, which ever fall
In varying combinations; no one form
Has man's existence, but 'tis full of change.


Stobaeus, Florilegium, CV., 4.


Our life is like to dice, which ever fall In varying combinations; no one form Has man's existence, but 'tis full of change.

Our life is like to dice, which ever fall In varying combinations; no one form Has man's existence, but 'tis full of change.

Our life is like to dice, which ever fall In varying combinations; no one form Has man's existence, but 'tis full of change.

Our life is like to dice, which ever fall In varying combinations; no one form Has man's existence, but 'tis full of change.