pickts, before she goes off in a corpse, (Hal Kilbride v Una Beilina) Pepigi’s pact was pure piffle (loud laughter) and Wharrem would whistle for methanks. — Good marrams and good gold pounds^ galore, my girleen, a Sunday’ ll prank thee finely. 398 ^nd no damn loutll come courting thee or by the seducente infanta to conceal yourself, my little pom got excited, when I thinkled I wore trying on my fourinhanced twelvemonthsmind. And what’s this I was like his purseyful namesake as men of thirtytwo palfrycraft) revealed