| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Cards |
| | | A snug and friendly game at cards. Cowper. | 1 |
| Patience and shuffle the cards. Cervantes. | 2 |
| I must complain the cards are ill-shuffled till I have a good hand. Swift. | 3 |
| | Have I not here the best cards for the game, |
| To win this easy match? |
Shakespeare. | 4 |
| Call them again, my lord, and accept their suit. Shakespeare. | 5 |
| Whist, then, delightful whist, my theme shall be. A. Thompson. | 6 | | |
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