Fear not Fate the miser!
Fear not Fate the miser; still be ye strong of heart!
If your heart be strong, why grieve that no spirit in the moon has pity on you?
Say not that fate is a miser and times are adverse, nor seek short shrift on that account.
Not once in half a life-time have you unburdened your bosom; I fear me your very ghost will be wan with grief.
If you say your horoscope was graven immutably at your birth, then ‘tis lost labour to have your fortune told.
Yet none know whether such augury be true or false; never yet was a saint without fasting.
In fine it behoves you to fulfil your destiny; maybe the luck will turn.
Ah! Cease repining for yourself.
Say not that good things scarce match your desire.
If with strong heart you wait patiently, the broken mirror will again perfect its orb.