“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” YearsSometimesMomentsTogetherJoyImagineBlindFortuneWeatherGrassBlessHonourFickleWitheredPuddingDamesYears TogetherTipsy Book:Lillian: And Other Poems Source: Lillian: And Other Poems
“Twelve years ago I made a mock Of filthy trades and traffics; I considered what they meant by stock; I wrote delightful sapphics; I knew the streets of Rome and Troy, I supped with fates and Fairies-- Twelve years ago I was a boy, A happy boy at Drury's.” YearsMadeEducationBoysFateStreetsYears AgoTradeFairyRomeTwelveTrafficDelightfulMockFilthy Author:Winthrop Mackworth Praed