Upon Playing at Ombre with Two Ladies

I KNOW that Fortune long has wanted sight.
And therefore pardon'd, when She did not right;
But yet till then it never did appear,
That as She wanted Eyes, She could not Hear.
I begg'd, that She would give me leave to lose,
A thing She does not commonly refuse :
Two Matadores are out against my game.
Yet still I play, and still my Luck's the same :
Unconquer'd in Three suits it does remain ;
Whereas I only ask in One to gain ;
Yet She still contradicting, Gifts imparts;
And gives success in ev'ry suit — but Hearts.