No sooner named, than one cries out,—These stagers
Come in good time, to make more work for wagers.
}
{ The town divides, if it will take or no;
{ The courtiers bet, the cits, the merchants too;
{ A sign they have but little else to do.
Bets, at the first, were fool-traps; where the wise,
Like spiders, lay in ambush for the flies:
}
{ But now they're grown a common trade for all,