Dear All, I ponder that Heinrich forgot that many things come in threes, except when hoped for as in multiplied by seven. Yours, Mikey. "Good Fortune" by Heinrich Heine. Translated by Louis Untermeyer Good fortune is a giddy maid, Fickle and restless as a fawn; She smooths your hair; and then the jade Kisses you quickly, and is gone. But Madam Sorrow scorns all this; She shows no eagerness for flitting, But with a long and fervent kiss Sits by your bed -- and brings her knitting.