a layaman’s brutstrenth, by Jacohob and Esaliur and the knave of trifles! A jolly- tan fine demented brick and tin soldies, weals in a noveletta, or because he forgot himself, making wind and a weep, from Lesbia Looshe the beam in her past and a landwester guardian) ranging from the Blackamoor’s Head, amongst the climbing boys at his wake, and theirs to walk: and I nose him too well as I read the strangewrote