Three lovely sisters working were, As they were closely set, Of soft and dainty maidenhair A curious armillet. I, smiling, asked them what they did, Fair Destinies all three, Who told me they had drawn a thread Of life, and ’twas for me. They show’d me then how fine ’twas spun, And I reply’d thereto — “I care not now how soon ’tis done, Or cut, if cut by you”.