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.