text:  Now (Shame to Fortune!) an ill run at play Blank'd his bold visage and a thin third day; Swearing and supperless the hero sate Blasphem'd his gods the dice and damn'd his fate; Then gnaw'd his pen then dasht it on the ground Sinking from thought to thought a vast profound! Plung'd for his sense but found no bottom there Yet wrote and flounder'd on in mere despair