Against Rufus His Throwing at All

At all, quoth Rufus, set ye what ye dare:
Ile throw at all and 'twere a pecke of gold:
No life lies int, then coyne Ile neuer spare:
Why Rufus, that's the cause that ail is sold:
For with francke gamesters it doth oft befall,
They throw at all till throwne quite out of all.
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