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