.       Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;
    Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud;
    Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.

          Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown;
    With that wild wheel we go not up or down;
    Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.

          Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands;
    Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands;
    For man is man and master of his fate.

          Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd;
    Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud;
    Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.