Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; br Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud; br Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. br Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown; br With that wild wheel we go not up or down; br Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. br Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands; br Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands; br For man is man and master of his fate. br br Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd; br Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud; br Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.