Classic Poem

In vain we quarrel with our Stars, or Fate,
For Disappointments our vain Hopes create;
For when too much from Fortune we require,
We frustrate our own Hopes by our Desire.
If we our Expectations would effect,
Let's hope the best , but still the worst expect:
We can, alone, insure our Wishes so,
And disappoint our Disappointments too.
Since when our Hopes too high a Pitch will soar,
We dream of Riches, but are truly poor.