_Good Luck_ and _Bad Luck_.
There was a Middling sort of a Man that was left well enough to pass
by his Father, but could never think he had enough, so long as any Man
had more. He took Notice what Huge Estates many Merchants got in a very
short Time; and so Sold his Inheritance, and betook himself to a way of
Traffique and Commerce. Matters succeeded so Wonderfully well with him,
that Every body was in Admiration to see how Mighty Rich he was grown all
on a Sudden. _Why Ay_, says he, _This ’tis when a Man Understands his
Bus’ness; for I have done all This by my Industry_. It would have been
well if he had stopt there: But Avarice is Insatiable, and so he went
Pushing on still for More; till, what by Wrecks, Bankrupts, Pyrates, and
I know not how many other Disappointments, One upon the Neck of Another,
he was reduc’d in Half the Time that he was a Rising, to a Morsel of
Bread. Upon these Miscarriages, People were at him over, and over again,
to know how This came About. Why says he, My Damn’d _Fortune_ would have
it so. _Fortune_ happen’d to be at That Time within Hearing, and told
him in his Ear, that he was an Arrogant, Ungrateful Clown; to Charge Her
with All the Evil that Befel him, and to take the Good to Himself.