Classic Poem

What a common Gamster is like.

A GAMESTER'S like the luy on a wall,
 Which creepes into the ioynts, vnioyning it;
But when vnioynted so, it's like to fall
The ioynts together it doth (tottering) knit:
A gamster so vndoes a sound estate
With gaming much, but euen as he sincks,
With tricks he learnes in game (which Truth doth hate)
He (staggering) is vpheld to pierse some chincks:
Then they that fall to plaie to end their stay,
Pray God they fall to worke; the end of play.