29. A Nutmeg with a Blanke Parchment in it.
This Nutmeg holds a Blanke, but chance doth hide it:
Write your owne wish, and Fortune will prouide it.
30. Blanke.
Wot you not why Fortune giues you no prize,
Good faith she saw you not, she wants her eyes.
31. Blanke.
You are so dainty to be pleaz'd, God wot,
Chance knowes not what to giue you for a Lot.
32. Blanke.
Tis pitty such a hand should draw in vaine,
Though it gaine nought, yet shall it pitty gaine.
33. Blanke.