Clotho draws the thread, Lachesis turns the wheel, and Atropos cuts the string asunder when spun to a due length.
I eased the "Lachesis" into Cth and hung like glue to the border.
Clotho spins, Lachesis apportions, and Atropos cuts, the thread of life.
Lachesis announced the past, Clotho the present, and Atropos the future.
When all the souls had chosen they went to Lachesis, who sent with each of them their genius or attendant to fulfil their lot.
So sang Apollo, and Lachesis did even more than he required.
The 'Lachesis' didn't have a mark on her and all we had was a few possible hits.
Charles made his adieux to Clotho and Lachesis, and departed at the other end of the room.
The "Lachesis" shuddered to the recoil from the port turrets.
Clotho spun the thread of life, Lachesis held it, and Atropos cut it.