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.