Of coin about his breeches:
But turns the pockets of each inexpressible,
Merely to show how far they were accessible.
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Losing Hazard resembles the sea, it is plain,
For it certainly swallows things up by the main;
But the fellow who in the destructive game dabs,
Though he catches no fish, is full sure to throw crabs.
He deserves to be beat with the best of crab sticks,
For though "six, seven, eight," have got, each of them, nicks,