O Fortune,

Greg Unger

O Fortune, like the moon you are changeable, ever waxing and waning hateful life first oppresses and then soothes as fancy takes it poverty and power it melts them like ice. Fate - monstrous and empty you whirling wheel, you are malevolent, well-being is vain and always fades to…

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