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Upon Playing At Ombre With Two Ladies

By Matthew Prior

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I know that Fortune long has wanted sight, And therefore pardon'd when she did not right; But yet till then it never did appear That, as she wanted eyes, she could not hear. I begg'd that she would give me leave to lose, A thing she does not commonly refuse. Two matadores are out against my game, Yet still I play, and still my luck's the same: Unconquer'd in three suits it does remain, Whereas I only ask in one to gain; Yet she still contradicting gifts imparts, And gives success in every suit, but Hearts.

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Matthew Prior (1664–1721) was an English poet and diplomat. His poem "Alma: or, The Progress of the Mind" and his epitaph "Nobles and heralds, by your leave" are witty Augustan verse.

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