“But we are friends - let smaller stake be named:
Wine for our future meeting, that will I
Take and no more - what peril shall we try?”
“Let’s to Newmarket,” Clubb replied; “or choose
Yourself the place, and what you like to lose:
And he who first returns, or fears to go,
Forfeits his cash.” - Said Counter, “Be it so.”
The friends around them saw with much delight
The social war, and hail’d the pleasant night;
Nor would they further hear the cause discuss’d,