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Epigram. 97. In Fortunam.
Fortune , be stormy as thou hast beene still,Dis-gorge thy good vpon some witlesse guls,
Still credit me in crossing me with ill:
What sayes the prouerbe, Fortune fauours fooles.
Folly thy fauours, Wisedome hath thy frownes:
Hence I suspect my selfe a poore wise man,
Yet wish to be thy Foole, and full of Crownes:
Sweet Fortunes Alcumize me if you can;
Let me be Midas, and be this my fate.
To bee a Foole, and to be Fortunate.
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