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Fickle Fortune: A Fragment

by Robert Burns, 1782

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.

Published in Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

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