Robert Burns

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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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