To be a Prodigal's favourite,—then, worse truth,

A Miser's pensioner,—behold our lot!

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Small Celandine.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Eloisa to Abelard. Line 207.

Have you not heard these many years ago

Jeptha was judge of Israel?

He had one only daughter and no mo,

The which he loved passing well;

And as by lott,

God wot,

It so came to pass,

As God's will was.

Thomas Percy (1728-1811): Jepthah, Judge of Israel.

Each cursed his fate that thus their project crossed;

How hard their lot who neither won nor lost!

Richard Graves (1715-1804): The Festoon (1767).

It is the lot of man but once to die.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674): Emblems. Book v. Emblem 7.

To labour is the lot of man below;

And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 78.

The lot of man,—to suffer and to die.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 117.

Behold how brightly breaks the morning!

Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm.

James Kenney (1780-1849): Behold how brightly breaks.

Oft has it been my lot to mark

A proud, conceited, talking spark.

James Merrick (1720-1769): The Chameleon.