O fickle Fortune,
O capricious Chance,
what an erratic tune
to which she makes us dance.
You cannot full escape her,
yet may run far or draw close.
If Luck’s absence you prefer,
it’s pure labor you’ve chose
Yet a worse choice it is to
Eat from her hand alone, and be stuck
For tis better that Luck stands with you,
than you stand with luck.
O capricious Chance,
what an erratic tune
to which she makes us dance.
You cannot full escape her,
yet may run far or draw close.
If Luck’s absence you prefer,
it’s pure labor you’ve chose
Yet a worse choice it is to
Eat from her hand alone, and be stuck
For tis better that Luck stands with you,
than you stand with luck.
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