P-OTR T RY. ress 
Warm’d with these hopes, this night we make appeal 
To British hearts, for they are heartsthat feel. 
EPILOGUE fo the WHEEL oF FortTUNE. 
HERE are—what shallI callthem? Two great powers, 
Who turn and overturn this world of our’s— 
Fortune and folly—tho’ not quite the same 
In property they play each other’s game; 
Fortune makes poor men rich, then turns “em o’er 
To folly, who soon strips them of their store. 
Oh! ’*twasa mighty neat and lucky hit, 
When Pat O’Leary snapt a wealthy cit, 
For why? His wants were big, his means were small, 
His wisdom less, and so he spent his al! : 
When fortune turn’d about and jilted Pat, 
Was fool or fortune in the fault of that? 
—Sir Martin Madcap held the lucky dice, 
He threw, and won five thousand in a trice; 
Keep it! cried caution—no, he threw again, 
Kick’d down the five, and cut with minus ten. 
—Giles Jumble and his dame, a loving pair, 
No brains had either, and of course no care, 
Till (woe the day), when fortune, in her spitey. 
Made Giles High Sheriff, and then dubb’d him knight 
Up they both go; my lady leads the dance, 
Sir Giles cuts cap€rs on the Wheel of chance ; 
Heads down, heels over, whisk’d and whisk’d about, 
No wonder if their shallow wits ran out; - 
Gigo’d by their neighbours, gull’d of all their cash, 
Down came Sir Giles, and lo! with thund’ring crash. 
Who says that Fortune’s blind ? she has quicker sight 
Than most of those, on whom her favours light ; ; 
For why does she enrich the weak and vain, 
But that her ventures may come home again ? 
Pass’d thro’ like quicksilver, they lose not weight, 
Nor value in their loco-motive state ; 
No stop, no stay ; so fast her clients follow, 
Ere one mouth shuts, another gapes to swallow ; 
Whilst like a conjurer’s ball—presto ! begone ! 
The pill that serv’d Sir Giles, now serves Sir John. 
Sir Eustace had a fair and lovely wife, 
Form’d to adorn and bless the nuptial life ; 
Fortune’s best gift in her best giving mood, 
Sir Eustace made that bad whick Fleav’n made good ; 
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