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Look round, the wrecks of play behold; Estates dismember'd, mortgag'd, sold! Their owners now to jails confin'd, Show equal poverty of mind.— GAY — Fables. Pt. II. Fables 12.

Ay, rail at gaming-'tis a rich topic, and affords noble declamation. Go, preach against it in the city-you'll find a congregation in every tavern.— ED. MOORE — The Gamester. Act IV. Sc. 1.

I'll tell thee what it says; it calls me villain, a treacherous husband, a cruel father, a false brother; one lost to nature and her charities; or to say all in one short word, it calls megamester.— ED. MOORE — The Gamester. Act II. Sc. 1.

Oh, this pernicious vice of gaming!— ED. MOORE — The Gamester. Act I. Sc. 1.

How, sir! not damn the sharper, but the dice?— POPE — Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue II. L. 13.

It [gaming] is the child of avarice, the brother of inquity, and the father of mischief.— GEORGE WASHINGTON — Letter to

Bushrod Washington. Jan. 15, 1783.

God Almighty first planted a garden.— BACON — Of Gardens.

God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.— ABRAHAM COWLEY — The Garden.

Essay V. My garden is a forest ledge Which older forests bound; The banks slope down to the blue lake-edge, Then plunge to depths profound!— EMERSON — My Garden. St. 3.

An album is a garden, not for show Planted, but use; where wholesome herbs should grow.— CHARLES LAMB — In an Album to a

Clergyman's Lady. And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.— MILTON — Il Penseroso. L. 49.

Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other. The suff'ring eye inverted nature sees, Trees cut in statues, statues thick as trees; With here a fountain never to be play'd, And there a summer-house that knows no shade.— POPE — Moral Essays. Ep. IV. L. 117.

A little garden square and wall'd; And in it throve an ancient evergreen, A yew-tree, and all round it ran a walk Of shingle, and a walk divided it.— TENNYSON — Enoch Arden. L. 731.

The garden lies, A league of grass, wash'd by a slow broad stream.— TENNYSON — The Gardener's Daughter. L. 40.

The splash and stir Of fountains spouted up and showering down In meshes of the jasmine and the rose: And all about us peal'd the nightingale, Rapt in her song, and careless of the snare.— TENNYSON — The Princess. Pt. I. L. 214.