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A Lottery presented before the late Queenes Maiestie at the Lord Chancellors house. 1602.
A Marriner with a box vnder his arme, containing all the seuerall things following, supposed to come from the Carricke, came into the Presence singing this Song.
Cynthia Queene of Seas and lands,
That fortune euery where commands,
Sent forth Fortune to the Sea,
To try her fortune euery way.
There did I fortune meet, which makes me now to sing,
There is no fishing to the Sea, nor seruice to the King.
That fortune euery where commands,
Sent forth Fortune to the Sea,
To try her fortune euery way.
There did I fortune meet, which makes me now to sing,
There is no fishing to the Sea, nor seruice to the King.
All the Nymphes of Thetis traine,
Did Cynthiaes fortune entertaine:
Many a iewell, many a iem,
Was to her fortune brought by them.
Her fortune sped so well, as makes me now to sing,
There is no fishing to the Sea, nor seruice to the King.
Did Cynthiaes fortune entertaine:
Many a iewell, many a iem,
Was to her fortune brought by them.
Her fortune sped so well, as makes me now to sing,
There is no fishing to the Sea, nor seruice to the King.
Fortune, that it might be seene
That she did serue a royall Queene,
A franke and royall hand did beare,
And cast her fauors euery where.
Some toies fel to my share, which makes me now to sing,
There is no fishing to the Sea, nor seruice to the King.
That she did serue a royall Queene,
A franke and royall hand did beare,
And cast her fauors euery where.
Some toies fel to my share, which makes me now to sing,
There is no fishing to the Sea, nor seruice to the King.
God saue you faire Ladies all: and for my part, if euer I be brought to answere my sinnes, God forgiue me my sharking, and lay vsurie to my charge. I am a Marriner, and am now come
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The Severall Lottes.
[1] Fortunes wheeles.
Fortune must now noe more in tryumphe rideThe wheeles ar yours thatt did hir chariott guide.
[2] A purse.
You thrive or woulde, or maye, your lott's a purseFill it wth golde and you ar n'er the worse.
[3] A ring with this poesye, as faithfull as I finde.
Your hande by fortune on this ringe doth lighteAnd yett the wordes do fitt your humor righte.
[4] A nuttmegg wth a blanke in itt.
This nuttmegg hath a blanke butt chance doth hide ittWrite you your wishe and fortune will provide itt.
[5] A Snuffkin.
Tis sommer, yet a snuffkin to your lott,But t'will be winter one day, doubte you nott.
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[6] A Maske.
Wante you a maske; heere fortune gives you oneYett nature gives the Rose and Lillye none.
[7] A Necklace.
Fortune gives your faire necke this lace to weare,God graunte a heavier yoake itt never beare.
[8] A Fanne.
You love to see and yett to bee unseeneTake you a fanne to be your beautyes screene.
[9] A Blanke.
Wott you why fortune gives to you noe prizeGood fayth she sawe you nott she wantes hir eyes.
[10] Poyntes.
You ar in every poynte a lover trueAnd therfore fortune gives the poyntes to you.
[11] Dyall.
The dyall's yours: watch tyme leste it be losteAnd yett they spende it worste thatt watche itt most.
[12] A playne ringe.
Fortune hath sent you happe itt well or illA playne golde ringe to wedd you to your will.
[13] A looking glasse.
Blīde fortune doth nott see how faire you bee,Yet gives a glasse that you your selfe may see.
[14] A Blanke.
Nothinge's your lotte, thatt's more than can be tolde,For nothing is more p'tious then golde.
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[15] A Handkerchefe.
Whether you seeme to weepe, or weepe indeedeThis handkercheff, will stande you well in steede.
[16] Gloves.
Fortūe these gloves in double challeng sendesFor you hate fooles and flatterers her best frendes.
[17] Lace.
Give hir the lace thatt loves to be straite lacedSoe fortunes little gifte is fittlye placed
[18] Knifes.
Fortune doth give these paire of knifes to youTo cutt the thredd of love if 't be nott true
[19] Girdle.
With fortunes girdle happie may you beeYett they thatt ar lesse happie ar more ffree
[20] Writing tables.
These tables may contayne your thoughtes in parteButt write not all thatt's written in your harte
[21] Garters.
Thoughe you have fortunes garters you wil beMore staide and constant in your steppes then she
[22] A blanke.
Tis pittye suche a hande should drawe in vayneThoughe itt gaine nothing itt shall pittye gaine
[23] Coyfe and crosscloth
Frowne you in earnest or be sicke in jesteThis coife and crossecloth will become you beste
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[24] Scarfe.
Take you this scarfe, binde Cupid hande and footeSo love must aske you leave before he shoote
[25] Falling bande.
Fortune would have you rise, yett guides your handeFrom other lotts unto a falling bande.
[26] Cuttwork stomacher.
This stomacher is full of windowes wroughteYet none throughe them can looke into your thoughte
[27] Scisser Case.
These scissers doe your huswiferye bewrayeThatt love to worke thoughe you be borne to playe
[28] A Chaine.
Because you scorne loves captive to remaine,Fortune hath sworne to leade you in a chaine
[29] A Blanke.
You faine would have butt whatt you cannott tellIf fortune gives you nothing she doth well
[30] Braceletts.
Ladye your handes ar fallen into a snareFor Cupids manacles your braceletts ar
[31] Bodekin.
Even wth this bodkin you may live unharmedYour beawtye is wth vertue so well armed
[32] A Blanke.
You ar so dayntye to be pleased God wottChance knowes nott whatt to give you for your lott
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[33] A Cushionett.
To hir that little cares whatt lott she winnesChance gives a little cushionett for hir pinnes
[34] A prayer booke.
Your fortune may be good another dayeTill fortune come take you a booke to praye
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