English poem
To a Lady, on Her Obtaining a Prize in the Lottery
by Anonymous
Madam, to you since Fortune proves so kind, Sure, ill they paint who represent her blind: At least, 'tis plain, that, destitute of sight, She needs no eyes to place her favours right.
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