Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.
If dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold!
Life is like a game of poker: If you don’t put any in the pot, there won’t be any to take out.
Life is like a game of cards. The hand that is dealt you represents determinism; the way you play it is free will.
Thirteen cards in each suit of the pack, Ace to ten, plus the King, Queen and Jack. But with thirteen’s bad luck. Cards can leave you unstuck. You could gamble the shirt from your back.
This Place is very much altered since Mr. Dryden frequented it; where you used to see Songs, Epigrams, and Satires, in the Hands of every Man you met, you have now only a Pack of Cards; and instead of the Cavils about the Turn of the Expression, the Elegance of the Style, and the like, […]
Poker, n. A game said to be played with cards for some purpose to this lexicographer unknown.
If you can’t spot the sucker at the table, you’re it.
Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well.
I do not like the way the cards are shuffled, But yet I like the game and want to play; And through the long, long night will I, unruffled, Play what I get until the break of day.