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Fortune And Wisdom
(10 November 1759 – 9 May 1805 / Marbach, Württemberg)

Fortune And Wisdom

Poem By Friedrich Schiller

Enraged against a quondam friend,
To Wisdom once proud Fortune said
"I'll give thee treasures without end,
If thou wilt be my friend instead."

"My choicest gifts to him I gave,
And ever blest him with my smile;
And yet he ceases not to crave,
And calls me niggard all the while."

"Come, sister, let us friendship vow!
So take the money, nothing loth;
Why always labor at the plough?
Here is enough I'm sure for both!"

Sage wisdom laughed,--the prudent elf!--
And wiped her brow, with moisture hot:
"There runs thy friend to hang himself,--
Be reconciled--I need thee not!"

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The relationship, or lack of it, between wisdom and fortune revealed through this thoughtfully conceived beautiful poem.


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