The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
我年轻时领略过一种高尚的情操,我至今不能忘掉,这是我的烦恼。
They had said that the city was a paradise, but I found it a hell.