The Mind
On a Pair of Dice
The Mind
We are little brethren twain,
Arbiters of loss and gain,
Many to our counters run,
Some are made, and some undone:
But men find it to their cost,
Few are made, but numbers lost.
Though we play them tricks for ever,
Yet they always hope our favour.
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MLA
Swift, Jonathan. “On a Pair of Dice.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/swift/186/.
Chicago
Swift, Jonathan. “On a Pair of Dice.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/swift/186/.
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