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Limitation
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety and Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help---for It As impotently rolls as you or I.
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Vedder's note: That of man's faculties is symbolized by the Eagle
chained to the rock; and the irrevocability of the laws of nature by the
stars bound together and with their courses rigidly defined through
space.
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