Holdem

To call, or not to call- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to fold
To the great uncertainties of outrageous fortune
Or to check the bluff of fools
And by opposing end them. To play, to win-
No more- and by win to say we end
The poverty, and the thousand debts
That gamblers are heir to. 'Tis a windfall
Devoutly to be wished. To play, to call-
To call- perchance to win: ay, there's the flop,
For in that deal what cards may come
When we have shuffled out this fatal hand,
We must give pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of such hopeful bets.
For who would bear the flop, turn, and river,
Th' dealers wrongs, the proud men's arrogance,
The pangs of cards useful for naught,
When he himself might the pot gain
With just a steady face? To bet, to win,
To gloat. Ah, tis a goal worthy of kings.