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Fickle Fortune: A Fragment

     Though fickle Fortune has deceived me,
     She pormis'd fair and perform'd but ill;
     Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'd me,
     Yet I bear a heart shall support me still.

     I'll act with prudence as far 's I'm able,
     But if success I must never find,
     Then come misfortune, I bid thee welcome,
     I'll meet thee with an undaunted mind.