The Game between the Martial braves
Was held in diff'rent Cases,
The Frenchman got Quatorze of Knaves,
But Prince Eugene four Aces:
And tho' the 'tothers eldest Hand
Gave Hopes to make a Jest on't,
Yet now the Point who soonest gain'd,
Could only get the best on't.
From them I turn'd mine Eyes to see
The Churchman and the Lady,
And found her pleas'd to high degree,
Her fortune had been steady;
The Saints that cram'd the Spanish Purse,
She hop'd would all oblige her,
For he had but a little Terse,
When she produc'd Quint-Major.
But now betwixt the King and Queen
An Empire was depending,
Within whose mighty Game was seen
The Art of State-contending:
The Mounsieur had three Kings to win't,
And was o'er Europe roaming,
But her full Point, Quatorze and Quint,
Won all, and left him foaming.
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