Ah, wretched Fortune! How you’ve thrust
me down, so low now, once so high!
Your venom-pointed arrows press
my heart to grave uncertainty.
No other harm of . . .
. . . . . . . . . .
Links:
[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/digital-books-17/v17/digital edition/Complete Digital Version of -/Able Muse, Print Edition (Number 17), Summer 2014