On a Pair of Dice

On a Pair of Dice

We are little brethren twain,
Arbiters of loss and gain,
Many to our counters run,
Some are made, and some undone:
But men find it to their cost,
Few are made, but numbers lost.
Though we play them tricks forever,
Yet they always hope our favor.

-THE END-
Jonathan Swift and friends' poem: On a Pair of Dice

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