Quote#Wisdom
The blackest Ink of Fate, sure, was my Lot
Quote byGeorge Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham · 1627–1687
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Rehearsal (1671), Pretty-man, Act III, sc. iv.
English (original)
The blackest Ink of Fate, sure, was my Lot, And, when she writ my Name, she made a blot.
— George Villiers, 2nd Duke of Buckingham
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