“Though the day of my Destiny's over,
And the star of my Fate hath declined,
Thy soft heart refused to discover
The faults which so many could find.”

Act II, sc. vi
Wallenstein (1798), Part I - Die Piccolomini (The Piccolomini)

Shir Hakovod, trans. from the Hebrew by Israel Zangwill

Source: To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618), Lines 71 - 80
Context: Sweet swan of Avon! what a sight it were
To see thee in our water yet appear,
And make those flights upon the banks of Thames,
That so did take Eliza, and our James.
But stay, I see thee in the hemisphere
Advanc'd, and made a constellation there!
Shine forth, thou star of poets, and with rage,
Or influence, chide, or cheer the drooping stage,
Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night,
And despairs day, but for thy volumes light.

Act I, sc. iii.
Tis Pity She's a Whore (1629-33?)

Source: Lyonesse Trilogy (1983-1989), Suldrun's Garden (1983), Chapter 11, section 1 (p. 103)

Ma mort était ma gloire, et le destin m'en prive.
Cornélie, act III, scene iv.
La Mort de Pompée (The Death of Pompey) (1642)

Source: Ulysses (1842), l. 63-70
Context: It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are —
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Rand al'Thor
(15 October 1994)