O Fortune, thou art fickle, and thy smile
Doth oft deceive, and lead the heart astray,
Thy frowns do wound, thy favour doth beguile,
And all thy gifts do vanish in a day.
Doth oft deceive, and lead the heart astray,
Thy frowns do wound, thy favour doth beguile,
And all thy gifts do vanish in a day.