Note 66 — Chapter XXVIII · A PHILANTHROPIST.
G. D. (George Devereux) Oswell translation
One of the verses I have referred to in note 12. The Song of the Gambler, runs:—
The gambler hurries to the gaming table, To-day I’ll win, he thinks in his excitement, The dice inflame his greed, his hopes mount higher, He leaves his winnings all with his opponent.