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THOUGH fickle Fortune has deceivíd me,- She promisíd fair and performíd but ill; Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereavíd me,- Yet I bear a heart shall support me still. Iíll act with prudence as farís Iím able, But if success I must never find, Then come misfortune, I bid thee welcome, Iíll meet thee with an undaunted mind.
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