To doe, as Wisdome shall direct,
It is a Thousand unto ten
But all thy Hopes will prosper, then.
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It seemes, Dame Fortune, doth not know,
What Lot, on thee, she should bestow;
Nor, canst thou tell, (if thou mightst have
The choice) what Fortune, thou shouldst crave.
For, one thing, now, thy minde requires;