Robert Burns

Though fickle fortune has deceived me

Though fickle Fortune has deceiv'd me, She promis'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.

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