Do not cast all hope away. Tomorrow is unknown. (….)
Thus is it spoken: Oft hope is born, when all is forlorn.
Follow what may, great deeds are not lessened in worth.
J.R.R. Tolkien: The Return of the King
Moan hither, all ye syllables of woe,
From the deep throat of sad Melpomene!
Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go,
And touch the strings into a mystery;
Sound mournfully upon the winds and low;
For simple Isabel is soon to be
Among the dead ….
John Keats: Isabella, or The Pot of Basil
But surely the madness of mares surpasses all ... they all, with faces turned to Zephyrus, stand on a high cliff, and drink the gentle breezes. Then oft, without any wedlock, pregnant with the wind (a wondrous tale!) they flee over rocks and crags and lowly dales … to Boreas, and Auster, or thither whence rises blackest Notus, saddening the sky with chilly rain.
Virgil: Georgics 3. 267
Women having difficulty getting pregnant would try the same winds, the same hills. Mary, mother of Jesus, was said to have been impregnated by the Holy Spirit, 'spirit' meaning breath, Spirit whose symbol is the dove, which is symbol of the wind.
Clotho spun the thread of life, and Lachesis measured its length. Atropos chose the mechanism of death and ended the life of each mortal by cutting the thread …
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears,
And slits the thin spun life.
John Milton, Lycidas