To Fortune Poem by Matthew Prior

To Fortune

Rating: 2.9


Whilst I in prison or in court look down,
Nor beg thy favour nor deserve thy frown,
In vain malicious Fortune hast thou tried
By taking from my state to quell my pride:
Insulting girl, thy present rage abate,
And wouldst thou have my humbled, make me great.

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Matthew Prior

Matthew Prior

Dorset / England
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