Cards were at first for benefits designed, Sent to amuse, not to enslave the mind.

Prologues precede the piece in mournful verse, As undertakers walk before the hearse.

Cards were at first for benefits designed, sent to amuse, not to enslave the mind.

A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.

Let others hail the rising sun: I bow to that whose course is run.

Heaven sends us good meat, but the Devil sends cooks.