“But meant to live to owe them something more.”
The Letter.
Here rots in jail, with scarce one hope on earth,
A wretch that’s sacrificed to love of play;
Success, at first to golden dreams gave birth,
And fortune flatter’d only to betray.
Large were his Losses, yet no loss deterr’d,
Those mischiefs followed, such as seldom fail:
He gave his friends (t’was all he’d left) his word,
He gained by Hazard (as most do) a Jail!