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Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy, And always blind, and often tipsy Sometimes for years and years together, She 'll bless you with the sunniest weather, Bestowing honour, pudding, pence, You can't imagine why or whence Then in a moment Presto, pass! Your joys are withered like the grass

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Winthrop Mackworth Praed
Age: 36 †
Born: 1802
Born: July 28
Died: 1839
Died: July 15
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