Heaven has already put the remedy you are praying for into your own hands. The sky leaves you free to move, and only your own slowness is pulling this plan backward.
William Shakespeare
All’s Well That Ends Well, Act 1, Scene 1
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated skyGives us free scope; only doth backward pullOur slow designs when we ourselves are dull.William Shakespeare · All’s Well That Ends Well, Act 1, Scene 1