Good Luck, she is never a lady, But the cursedest quean alive, Tricksy, wincing, and jady — Kittle to lead or drive.
Greet her — she’s hailing a stranger! Meet her — she’s busking to leave! Let her alone for a shrew to the bone And the hussy comes plucking your sleeve!
Largesse! Largesse, O Fortune! Give or hold at your will. If I’ve no care for Fortune, Fortune must follow me still!
