Love is a game at tables where the dye
Of mayds affections doth by fancie fly:
If once you catch their fancie in a blott
It's tenne to one if then you enter not:
You being a gamester then may boldly venter,
And if you finde the point lye open enter:
But marke them well, for by false playing then,
Doe what you can they will be bearing men.
Love Compared To A Game Of Tables
William Strode
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Poem topics: I love you, game, open, point, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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