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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.