A Catch
8. Come, let us cast Dice who shall drink,
Mine is twelve, and his sice sink,
Six and Fowr is thine, and he threw nine.
Come away, Sink tray; Size ace, fair play;
Quater-duce is your throw Sir; [p. 68.]
Quater-ace, they run low, sir:
Two Dewces, I see; Dewce ace is but three:
Oh! where is the Wine? Come, fill up his glasse,
For here is the man has thrown Ams-ace.