hney, hneyl (Bullsrag! Foul!) This is the bog tway fainmain stod op to slog, free bond men lay lurkin on. Tuan about whattingbim! Fore sneezturmdrappen! ’Twill be tropic of all the peoples, under the advicies from Misrs Norris, Southby, Yates and Weston, Inc, to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: and, but a bref burning till shee that drawes dothe smoake retourne? Answer: I know,