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LXXXVII. On Captaine Hazard The Cheater.
Touch'd with the sinne of false play, in his punque,Hazard a month forswore his; and grew drunke,
Each night, to drowne his cares: But when the gaine
Of what she had wrought came in, and wak'd his braine,
Upon th' accompt, hers grew the quicker trade.
Since when, hee's sober againe, and all play's made.
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