Passions awhile are bridled; then they rage,
In waspish youth, and in resentful age;
With scraps of insult—"Sir, when next you play,
Reflect whose money 'tis you throw away.
No one on earth can less such things regard,
But when one's partner doesn't know a card——"
"I scorn suspicion, ma'am, but while you stand
Behind that lady, pray keep down your hand."—
"Good heav'n, revoke! remember, if the set
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