Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach, and no food,--
Such as are the poor in health; or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach,--such are the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.
SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.
Fortune is female: from my youth her favors
Were not withheld, the fault was mine to hope
Her former smiles again at this late hour.
BYRON: _Mar. Faliero,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love;
And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?