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 Peace and plenty will attend you, If I happen to befriend you; Children, ten your lot shall be, A single one and three times three: But, if twins you chance to have, You’ll surely find an early grave.

Whate’er his endeavours, a man who gets this Shall a bachelor be all his life; He never shall taste of the conjugal bliss, Nor ever be blessed with a wife.

Madam, your fortune’s mighty queer, The conjuror discovers; To fools you’ll lend a listening ear, And knaves will be your lovers.

In Venus’ wars, on London plains, He’ll early spend his youth, The knave of diamonds if he gains, Nay, never doubt the truth.

If this queen to an amorous widow shall come, She who lately interred a goodman, For a husband again she will quickly make room, And plague him as much as she can; But let her beware how she trifles with him, Though she fooled with the sot that departed, For in that case, most surely, her hide he will tan, Till her ladyship dies broken-hearted.

The married man that draws this card, Will soon a cuckold be; Nor let him think his fortune hard In so much company.