She rules the present, past, and all to be yet,

She gives us luck in lotteries, love, and marriage;

I cannot say that she's done much for me yet;

Not that I mean her bounties to disparage,

We've not yet closed accounts, and we shall see yet

How much she'll make amends for past miscarriage;

Meantime the Goddess I'll no more importune,

Unless to thank her when she's made my fortune.