Whilst I in prison or in court look down, <br />Nor beg thy favour nor deserve thy frown, <br />In vain malicious Fortune hast thou tried <br />By taking from my state to quell my pride: <br />Insulting girl, thy present rage abate, <br />And wouldst thou have my humbled, make me great.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-fortune/
