Tho’ Damon every Virtue have,
With all that pleases in his Form,
That can adorn the Just and Brave,
That can the coldest Bosom warm;
Tho’ Wit and Honour there abound,
Yet the Pursuer’s ne’er pursu’d,
And when my Weakness he has found,
His Love will sink to Gratitude:
While on the asking part he lives,
‘Tis she th’ Obliger is who gives.
And he that at one Throw the Stake has won
Gives over play, since all the Stock is gone.
And what dull Gamester ventures certain Store
With Losers who can set no more?
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