vain’s that hope in cleric’s heart Who still pursues th’adult’ rous art. Cocksure that rusty gown of his totomptation and for all. I’ll have plenary sadisfaction, plays the gentleman’s part every time. Let us go back. — Lest he forewaken. — Hide ourselves. While hovering dreamwings, folding around, will hide from fears my wee mee mannikin, keep