BALLAD. (A kernel from an apple's core)

A kernel from an apple's core One day on either cheek I wore, Lubin was plac'd on my right cheek, That on my left did Hodge bespeak;

Hodge in an instant drop'd to ground, Sure token that his love's unfound, But Lubin nothing could remove, Sure token his is constant love.

Last May I sought to find a snail, That might my lover's name reveal, Which finding, home I quickly sped, And on the hearth the embers spread;

When, if my letters I can tell, I saw it mark a curious L: O may this omen lucky prove, For L's for Lubin and for Love.