The only destiny there is for thee
In store, there is, dear friend, for every man;
For he who wills I count it certain
(Nay must) create the fate that is to be.
God doth not arbitrate for you and me—
We pass the sentence after life's brief span;
It hath been so indeed since time begain:
Our own words judge us and our own eyes see.
Whatever ill in act or thought was done—
Who shall evade the Law? No man; not one.
In equal justice all is meted out;
For for another's sin can suffer non.
Each only brings his own deserts about—
Who sows the seed reaps after, have no doubt.