FORTUNE to HARLEQUIN. In a Pantomime

From my favour, sense rejected, Fools by Fortune are protected: Fortune, Harlequin hath found you, Happiness will, hence, surround you.

Should a thousand ills enclose you, Quick contrivance, this bestows you: Valour makes the fair adore you; This shall drive your foes before you.

Gold's the mighty source of pleasure! Take this purse of magic treasure; Go—for while my gifts befriend you, Joy and jollity attend you.