" Alas! poor Brag, thou boastful Game! — What now avails
thine empty name?
Where now thy more distinguish'd fame? — My day is o'er,
& Thine the same. —
For thou like me art thrown aside, At Godmersham, this
Christmas Tide;
And now across the Table wide, Each Game, save Brag or
Spec: is tried." —
" Such is the mild Ejaculation, Of tender hearted
Speculation." —