THOUGH fickle Fortune has deceived me, <br />She pormis'd fair and perform'd but ill; <br />Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'd me, <br />Yet I bear a heart shall support me still. <br /> <br />I'll act with prudence as far 's I'm able, <br />But if success I must never find, <br />Then come misfortune, I bid thee welcome, <br />I'll meet thee with an undaunted mind.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fickle-fortune-a-fragment/
