For, many say, that, now and then,
The Starres looke angerly on men:
Then, try your Chance againe, anon;
For, their displeasure soone is gone.
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If, by your Lot you had beene prais'd
Your minde, perchance, it would have rais'd,
Above the meane. Should you receive
Some check, thereby, It would bereave
Your Patience: For, but few can beare,