A little exposed, à la Kilmansegg,
And roll'd her eyes in their sockets!
He left her in spite of her tender regards,
And those loving murmurs described by bards,
For the rattling of dice and the shuffling of cards,
And the poking of balls into pockets!
CCLXXXIV.
Moreover he loved the deepest stake
And the heaviest bets the players would make;
And he drank—the reverse of sparely,—