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Deep in the man sits fast his fate To mould his fortunes, mean or great:
Unknown to Cromwell as to me Was Cromwell's measure or degree;
Unknown to him as to his horse,
If he than his groom be better or worse

He who from fate receives but blow on blow,
Who, like myself in her disfavour stands,
Although he had a hundred mighty hands,
Would vainly strive for riches here below