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Y Lord, to find out who must deal, Delivers cards about, But the first knave does seldom fail To find the doctor out. But then his honour cry'd, gadzooks! And seem'd to knit his brow; For on a knave he never looks But h' thinks upon Jack How. My lady, though she is no player, Some bungling partner takes, And, wedg'd in corner of a chair, Takes snuff, and holds the stakes. Dame Floyd looks out in grave suspense For pair-royals and sequents; But, wisely cautious of her pence, The castle seldom frequents. Quoth Herries, fairly putting cases, I'd won it on my word, If I had but a pair of aces, And could pick up a third. But Weston has a new-cast gown On Sundays to be fine in, And, if she can but win a crown, 'Twill just new dye the lining. " With