English poem
Lucian's Greek Epigram, Inscribed on a Column Erected in a Piece of Land, That Had Been Often Bought and…
by Anonymous
I Whom thou see'st begirt with towering oaks, Was once the property of John o' Nokes; On him prosperity no longer smiles, And now I feed the flocks of John o' Stiles. My former master call'd me by his name; My present owner fondly does the same: While I, alike unworthy of their cares, Quick pass to captors, purchasers, or heirs. Let no one henceforth take me for his own, For, Fortune! Fortune! I am thine alone.