We are little brethren twain, <br />Arbiters of loss and gain, <br />Many to our counters run, <br />Some are made, and some undone: <br />But men find it to their cost, <br />Few are made, but numbers lost. <br />Though we play them tricks for ever, <br />Yet they always hope our favour.<br /><br />Jonathan Swift<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-pair-of-dice/
