Epigram 141 Poem by Henry Parrot
Epigram 141
Frustra timet qui sperat nihil.
Tush hang it haue at all (sayes Curio)
Comes not deuze ace, asloone as six & three?
Who would not rather halfe his lands forgo,
Then be out dar'd by such a one as he.
Damne me Ile venture all vpon a cast,
Wert not as good turne Rogue at first as last.
Abijcis ista ferus? moritur mea Musa dolendo
Accipis ist a libens? Illa quod optat habet.
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