"This morning, when the parfon came, "I faid I fhould not win a game. "Thisodious chair, how came I ftuck in't? "I think I never had good luck in't. "I'm so uneafy in my stays; "Your fan a moment, if you pleafe. "Stand further, girl, or get you gone; "I always lofe, when you look on." Lord! madam, you have loft codill: I never faw you play fo ill. "Nay, madam, give me leave to fay "'Twas you that threw the game away; "When lady Trickley play'd a four, "You took it with a mattadore; "I faw you touch your wedding-ring "Before my lady call'd a king; "You spoke a word began with H, "And I know whom you meant to teach, "Because you held the king of hearts; "Fie, madam, leave these little arts. That's not fo bad as one that rubs Her chair to call the king of clubs, And makes her partner understand A mattadore is in her hand. "Madam, you have no cause to flounce, "I fwear I faw you thrice renounce." And truly, madam, I know when Inftead of five you fcor'd me ten. Spadillo Spadillo here has got a mark; While thus they rail and scold and storm, Or makes 'em fenfible of fhame. The time too precious now to waste, How oft they fquabble, fnatl, and cheat. Now, all in hafte they huddle on Their hoods and cloaks, and get them gone; But firft the winner muft invite The company to-morrow night. Unlucky Unlucky madam left in tears, THE COUNTRY LIFE. Part of a summer spent at the house of George Rochfort, efq; T HALIA, tell in sober lays How George, Nim, Dan, Dean Begin, my mufe: firft from our bow'rs All |