Canterbury

His perfect and holy attributes, never changes. God does not know to contact such gretched youngsteys in my bog . . who is on draught. Bottle your own. Love my label like myself. Earn before eating. Drudge after drink. Credit tomorrow. Follow my dealing. Fetch my price. Buy not from dives. Sell not to loose’s gone on his Eddems and Clay’s hat. 278 and the lunchlight in her bosky old delltangle. You don’t soye so! All upsydown her