689. FORTUNE.
Fortune's a blind profuser of her own,
Too much she gives to some, enough to none.
690. STOOL-BALL.
At stool-ball, Lucia, let us play
For sugar-cakes and wine:
Or for a tansy let us pay,
The loss, or thine, or mine.
If thou, my dear, a winner be
At trundling of the ball,
The wager thou shall have, and me,
And my misfortunes all.
But if, my sweetest, I shall get,
Then I desire but this:
That likewise I may pay the bet
And have for all a kiss.
Stool-ball, a game of ball played by girls.
Tansy, a cake made of eggs, cream, and herbs.
691. TO SAPPHO.
Let us now take time and play,
Love, and live here while we may;
Drink rich wine, and make good cheer,
While we have our being here;
For once dead and laid i' th' grave,
No return from thence we have.