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.