To set, or not to set, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outraged dealers,
And to take arms against the tyranny of probability, so worthy a foe.
And by opposing, overcome the house advantage:
Alas to throw once more, and to sleep,
No more.
To sleep, to dream; Aye, there’s the rub,
To dream of riches won, or
The heartache of a quick seven out.
Fear is here too? ‘Tis a consummation!
Devoutly to be avoided.
One last long hand, THEN to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to dream;
Of another day at the tables.
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