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 M.- From girl to girl you'll often range, Never with one content; But yet the oftener you shall change, The oftener you'll repent.

W—If this you draw, condemn'd throughout your life, A peevish maiden, and a vixen wife ; Unchaste while married, and a widow wanton; All this you'll be, and more could I descant on. M—Your fortune can't be mighty good, For a vile whore will please you, Who never would do what she should, But make your life uneasy,

—If youthful lasses draw the eight of spades, They'll toy away their time with amorous blades, —If a doctor, lawyer, quaker, priest; Should fix on this card but his hand, The conjuror swears, and he swears 'tis not, That some rogues will be found in the land.

W—The lass who gets this unlucky, hated card, A shrivell'd maid shall die, which you think is hard. M—How often our fortunes by opposites go What brings bliss to a man, to a woman brings woe

W—Pretty ladies, young and fair, Always young and debonair, Life with you will sweetly glide, And you will be a happy bride. M—You the happy man will prove, Who obtains the lady's love.