Classic Poem

My flattering fortune, look thou never so fair,
Or never so pleasantly begin to smile,
As though thou wouldst my ruin all repair,
During my life thou shalt me not beguile.
Trust shall I God, to enter in awhile
His haven of heaven sure and uniform,
Ever after thy calm, look I for a storm.
Long was I, Lady Luck, your serving man,
And now have lost again all that I got,
Wherefore when I think on you now and then,
And in my mind remember this and that,
Ye may not blame me though I beshrew
But in faith I bless you again a thousand times,
For lending me now some leisure to make rhymes.