LXX.

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes But Here or There as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss'd you down into the Field, _He_ knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!

This quatrain is translated from C. 422.

O thou who art driven like a ball by the mallet of Fate, Go to the right or take the left, but say nothing;[74] For He who set thee running and galloping He knows, he knows, he knows, he----.

_Ref._: C. 422, L. 633, B. 625, P. 167, B. ii. 462, T. 274.--W. 401, V. 682.