O Fortune

O Fortune, how fickle and how vain,
every man doeth longeth for you
and in you seeth all the world in
perfected self portraits; knowing not you are owned
by not one and fancy few
and even then
gather your kindnesses in
the blink of an eye
skirt upon the string
of fate.

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