Английская поэзия XIV–XX веков в современных русских переводах

Eye-flattering Fortune! look thou ne’er so fair,

Or ne’er so pleasantly begin to smile,

As though thou wouldst my ruin all repair,

During my life thou shalt not me beguile;

Trust shall I God to enter in erewhile,

His haven of havens sure and uniform: —

After a calm I still expect the storm.

Long was I, Lady Luck, your serving-man,

And now have lost again all that I gat;

When, therefore, I think of you now and then,

And in my mind remember this and that,

Ye may not blame me, though I shrew your cat;

In faith I bless you, and a thousand times,

For lending me some leisure to make rhymes.