Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy,
And always blind, and often tipsy;
Sometimes for years and years together,
She 'll bless you with the sunniest weather,
Bestowing honour, pudding, pence,
You can't imagine why or whence;-
Then in a moment-Presto, pass!-
Your joys are withered like the grass. (Winthrop Mackworth Praed)

Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy, And always blind, and often tipsy; Sometimes for years and years together, She 'll bless you with the sunniest weather, Bestowing honour, pudding, pence, You can't imagine why or whence;- Then in a moment-Presto, pass!- Your joys are withered like the grass.

Winthrop Mackworth Praed

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