That pay’d for’t; as your gamesters do,
That, though at fair play, ne’er will own
Before the losers that they’ve won. 130
But who can all their frauds repeat?
The very stuff which in the street
They sold for dirt t’ enrich the ground,
Was often by the buyers found
Sophisticated with a quarter 135
Of good-for-nothing stones and mortar;
Though Flail had little cause to mutter.