Though fickle Fortune has deceived 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.
The Bard on the Hill 