Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski

Here you will find the Poem Fortune's Statue of poet Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski

Fortune's Statue

She's mistress of all:
Rule of this earth
To her is entrusted;
Fortune she's called.
But for her, Maia's son, whom
She grants gifts, be naught.
Man, living for gain,
Mars, fast to shed blood,
Stand both in her hand.
He fears her even
Whom Yenus enflames;
He praises her too,
Who lives by his toil,
In sweat and in thrift.
Kindly at her he'd look,
Who mocks her in word;
For wise deliberation,
Wishing, she'd turn to dispute.
Of a king, a pauper, 
Of a slave, a king, 
Should she will, she'd make.
She's heedless on whom 
Her gifts she bestows, 
In which no trust 
Is she wont to keep. 
So doth she sport! 
Through inconstancy alone 
She endures unchanging, 
To wander hither and yon, 
Ruling earth with no rules. 
In this tho, she's less 
Unto virtue persisting 
Would she fast submit, 
With it forever in strife.