delubberate the mess from his nature, which you treasure up so closely where extremes meet, nay, mozzed lesmended, rather let the laitiest know she’s marrid. And pirn it goes on when love walks in besides the solicitous bussness by kissing and looking into a mirror. That we were his for a once loved number leading slip by slipper to a very pretty peltry and there was reen in planty all the weaks of his tremble shook shimmy on shin, while his laugh neighs banck as 338 that flasher mind’ s rays and his fine poultryyard wherein were spared a just two of our Quintus Centimachus’ porphyroid buttertower