SAID a Lady to a Gambler, "Such ill-luck attends your dice, Why not at once forswear them, and forsake a thriftless vice?" "When you your loves abandon, I will cease to play," said he. "Incorrigible Gamester! you a ruin'd man will be." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD AND BAD LUCK by HEINRICH HEINE LANCER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM ETUDE REALISTE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE A CAUTION TO POETS by MATTHEW ARNOLD EPISTLE TO DR. ENFIELD ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO MISS RIGBY, ON HER ATTENDANCE UPON HER MOTHER AT BUXTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |