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CG-NH.760.004
15 Mar 1760:42 (258)
Sir, the following lines, (wrote on purchasing a lottery
ticket) ask a place in your paper.
Fortune, a Goddess, mortals own,
And place her on a rolling stone,
With muffled face, and eyes bound fast,
That undistinguish'd she may cast
On gaping mortals fortunes down,
A Brutus slay, a Cesar crown:
Goddess! propitious, hear my pray'r,
My lot be thy peculiar care;
Give it to bear the highest prize,
And from my low condition rise.
Goddess attend my ardent vow,
Since sight, nor standing, thee allow
To aim thy blessings alway right,
Let me supply thy want of sight;
And give thy bounty to my fair,
Who (could'st thou see) would be thy care.
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