Of what we wildly do, so we profess
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies
Of every wind that blows.
13
SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents by flood and field.
14
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Our wanton accidents take root, and grow
To vaunt themselves God's laws.
15
CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saints' Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

By many a happy accident.
16
MIDDLETON: _No Wit, No Help, Like a Woman's,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.


=Account.=

No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
17
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.


=Accusation.=