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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461407" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fortune's Statue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461407" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She's mistress of all:<br>Rule of this earth<br>To her is entrusted;<br>Fortune she's called.<br>But for her, Maia's son, whom<br>She grants gifts, be naught.<br>Man, living for gain,<br>Mars, fast to shed blood,<br>Stand both in her hand.<br>He fears her even<br>Whom Yenus enflames;<br>He praises her too,<br>Who lives by his toil,<br>In sweat and in thrift.<br>Kindly at her he'd look,<br>Who mocks her in word;<br>For wise deliberation,<br>Wishing, she'd turn to dispute.<br>Of a king, a pauper, <br>Of a slave, a king, <br>Should she will, she'd make.<br>She's heedless on whom <br>Her gifts she bestows, <br>In which no trust <br>Is she wont to keep. <br>So doth she sport! <br>Through inconstancy alone <br>She endures unchanging, <br>To wander hither and yon, <br>Ruling earth with no rules. <br>In this tho, she's less <br>Unto virtue persisting <br>Would she fast submit, <br>With it forever in strife.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Mikolaj+Sep+Szarzynski">Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski</a></strong></div>