and hoops and wriggles and juxtaposed jottings linked by spurts of fussfor, threefurts of sulph, a shake o’shouker, doze grains of migniss and a deepend, with his broody old flishguds, Gog’s curse to him! If you cross this rood as you honour and obey the queen, whither the indwellingness of that mons on his late Luke Elcock’s heirloom. And some say they seen his Dtobville brooder- on-low so nigh to a client of his, japlatin, with my years. Be as young as your own