For I Tom Tosspot do use this trade doubtless:
From morning till night I sit tossing the black bowl,[341]
Then come I home, and pray for my father's soul.
Saying my prayers with wounds, blood, guts, and heart:
Swearing and staring, thus play I my part.
If any poor man have in a whole week earn'd one groat,
He shall spend it in one hour in tossing the pot.
I use to call servants and poor men to my company,
And make them spend all they have unthriftily;
So that my company they think to be so good,