Mortall Life compared to Post, and Pare

WHen well I weigh the state of mortall Life,
Mee seemes it seemes but too like Post, and Pare:
Where eache Man seekes to winn, by ciuill strife;
While most make show of more then what they are.

One, vies it, beeing but a Knaue, perchance,
Against a King, or Queene, or Paires of both,
Our-brauing Cowardize, and Ignorance:
And, others part Stakes, that to lose are loth.

Some, Nothing seeme, to gett Some-thinge by it,
These some, passe all, to goe beyond the rest:
These, better their Goods-fortunes by good Witt,
Who crouch, as being worst, till they are best.

Some, some-what giue, to fetch some others in,
That so, at last, they may bee furthest out:
These, little giue, by small guifts, much to winne,
Yet oft so loose they all, to winne a Flout.

Some, beeing Pariall, dare to do, what not?
Vy, and reuy and weene they all shall winn:
When some One other better Cards hath gott,
That they are furthest out, when furthest in.

Some Elders, for re-uies, passe Pare, and Post,
When lo, the Yonger shares, or Doubles it:
Then fretts the Winner, for his wynning, lost,
Sith foolish Fortune Conny-catched Witt.

Some, vy, and reuy faceing, so, to foile;
That haue no Games, but game some seem, with griefe:
The while the rest haue game to see their spoile,
Who yet, out brau'd, do blush, sith they were chiefe.

Some, being Cock, like Crauens giue it ore
To them that haue the worst Cards in the Stock:
For, if the one be ritch, the other poore
The Cock proues Crauen, and the Crauen, Cock.

Some, hauing lost the double Pare and Post,
Make their aduantage on the Purrs they haue:
Whereby the Winners winnings all are Lot,
Although at best, the other's but a Knaue.

Pur Ceit deceaues the expectation
Of him, perhaps, that tooke the Stakes away;
Then, to pur Tanthee's in subiection:
For, Winners on the Losers oft do play.

Flush is oreboren oft by a better Flush:
And Kings do conquer Kings but by the hand:
As Stronger do the weaker euer crush:
And still win of them Glory Goods, and Land.

Some, look awry to see it they can spie
Anothers Cards, thereby to make their game,
Then on a Nine ten times, perhaps they vy
Knowing the other's blind, though they are lame.

Some Pack, and others Cut, to breake the Pack:
Some, shuffle cunningly, and shift thereby:
Some, take a Card, and some a Card put back
More then they should, to back their vice, and Vie.

Some, haue Confedrates of the Lookers on:
Whol ook as friends they were to all alike:
Then with a signe of least suspition
They note the Conny which they meane to strike.

And if the Gamsters do play ouer-long,
All, drawne, by all, the Butlers Box doth drawe:
As Lawiers gett all bee it right, or wronge
That's wonne, and lost, it Men bee long in Lawe.
Thus properlie we may this Life compare,
Vnto the bragging game of Post, and Pare.