Annul the joys I have possess’d,
Darken the light past hours have cast,
Is not in fate: I have been blest.”
VII.
Fortune still plies her savage trade,
Laughs at the bankrupts she hath made;
And insolent enjoys the game
As shuffling honours, wealth, and fame,
To others, now to me, she’ll deal
The prizes of her fickle wheel.