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STANZAS.

[Since Fortune's smiles too often give]

Since Fortune's smiles too often give
Respect to fools, to knaves renown,
Let Reason bid me calmly live,
And Fortune mark me with a frown!
For who would buy the wretched state
Which conscious vice or dullness knows?
Or who be vainly, meanly great,
With pow'r that from oppression grows?
While Nature, with a partial hand,
Her darling children beckons forth;
While fools and knaves usurp command,
And Fortune flies from modest worth!
Then give, oh! Fortune! all thy store
To insects of a sunny day;
While I the paths of truth explore,
And smile the darkest hour away.