Or, if thou needs will magnify thy power,
Goe where thou art invoked every houre
Amongst the gamsters, where they name thee thicke
At the last maine, or the last pocky nicke.
Get thee a lodging neare thy clyent, dice,
There thou shalt practice on more then one vice.
There’s wherewithall to entertaine the pox,
There’s more then reason, there’s rime for ’t, the box.
Thou who hast such superfluous store of game,
Why struckst thou one whose ruine is thy shame?