The Gamester (1753) by Edward Moore
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support her. Sorrow like hers forbids complaint. Words are for
lighter griefs. Some ministring angel bring her peace! (_Jarvis and Charlotte lead her off._) And Thou, poor breathless corps, may thy departed soul have found the rest it prayed for! Save but one error, and this last fatal deed, thy life was lovely. Let frailer minds take warning; and from example learn, that want of prudence is want of virtue. Follies, if uncontroul'd, of every kind, Grow into passions, and subdue the mind; With sense and reason hold superior strife, And conquer honour, nature, fame and life. EPILOGUE. Written by a FRIEND, And Spoken by Mrs. PRITCHARD. On every GAMESTER in th' Arabian nation, 'Tis said, that Mahomet denounc'd damnation; But in return for wicked cards and dice, He gave them black-ey'd girls in paradise. Should he thus preach, good countrymen, to You, His converts would, I fear, be mighty few: So much your hearts are set on sordid gain, The brightest eyes around you shine in vain: |
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