Who can doubt that I should wish the falr one to know how to dance, that, the wine placed on table, she may move her arms in cadence, when requested. Masters of posture, [1072] the representations on the stage, are much valued; so much gracefulness does that pliant art possess. I am ashamed to advise on trifling points, to understand how to throw a cast of dice, and, thy value, the cube when thrown. And now let her throw the three numbers; now let her consider, at which number she can cleverly enter most conveniently, and which one she must call for. [1073] And, with her skill, let her play not amiss at the hostilities of the pieces; [1074] when the single man perishes between his two enemies. How the warrior, too, [1075] wages the war when caught without his companion; and how the enemy full oft retreats on the path on which he has begun. Let the smooth balls, [1076] too, be poured into the open net; and not a ball must be moved but the one which you shall be lifting up. There is a kind of game, [1077] distributed into as many lines on a small scale, as the fleeting year contains months. A little table receives [1078] three pebbles on each side, on which to bring one's own into a straight line, is to gain the victory. Devise a thousand amusements. 'Tis shocking for the fair one not to know how to play; many a time, while playing, is love commenced. But the least matter is how to use the throws to advantage; 'tis a task of greater consequence to lay a restraint on one's manners. While we are not thinking, and are revealed by our very intentness, and, through the game, our feelings, laid bare, are exposed; anger arises, a disgraceful failing, and the greed for gain; quarrels, too, and strife, and, then, bitter regrets. Recriminations are uttered; the air resounds with the brawl, and every one for himself invokes the angry Divinities. There is no trusting [1079] the tables, and, amid vows, new tables are called for; full oft, too, have I seen cheeks wet with tears. May Jupiter avert from you indiscretions so unbecoming, you, who have a care to be pleasing to any lover.