"Our home-amusements by the warm peat-fire 
At evening, when with pencil, and smooth slate 
In square divisions parcelled out and all 
With crosses and with cyphers scribbled o'er,
We schemed and puzzled, head opposed to head 
In strife too humble to be named in verse: 
Or round the naked table, snow-white deal, 
Cherry or maple, sate in close array, 
And to the combat, 
Loo or Whist, led on 
A thick-ribbed army; not, as in the world, 
Neglected and ungratefully thrown by 
Even for the very service they had wrought, 
But husbanded through many a long campaign." 
- Wordsworth