FORTUNE, my Foe, why dost thou frown on me? And will my Fortune never better be? Wilt thou, I say, for ever breed my pain? And wilt thou ne'er return my joys again? @3(No! let my ditty be henceforth -- )@1 Fortune, my Friend, how well thou favourest me! A kinder Fortune man did never see! Thou propp'st my thigh, thou ridd'st my knee of pain, I'll walk, I'll mount -- I'll be a man again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEED OF LOVING by STRICKLAND GILLILAN ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON THE LAST GOODBYE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON ODE (MUSIC-MAKERS) by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 2: 7. TO THE BODY by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |