Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  1782
  fickle fortune: a fragment
  though fickle fortune has deceived me,
  she pormis'd fair and perform'd but ill;
  of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'd me,
  yet i bear a heart shall support me still.
  i'll act with prudence as far 's i'm able,
  but if success i must never find,
  then come misfortune, i bid thee welcome,
  i'll meet thee with an undaunted mind.