Tell No Fortune
Chance favours, chance taunts,
Now is one man’s hour to rise,
But ten men’s dreams it haunts,
Its humor none can surmise.
Heed not the next irony of fate,
Till you and final verdict meet.
I’d sooner wake to destiny late,
Than grovel at Fortune’s feet.
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