So fared it with Geraint, who thought and said,
“Here, by God’s grace, is the one voice for me.”
It chanced the song that Enid sang was one 345
Of Fortune and her wheel, and Enid sang:
“Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel through sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
“Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown; 350
With that wild wheel we go not up or down;
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.