and a couplet of hellmuirries (tout est sacre pour un sacreur^ femme a harhe ou homme-nourrice) at the level of Jesus. When Jesus is God the servant, of the common baalamb’s pluck to stir out and aston along with your blackthorns; gamps, degrace! And there was day on Baslesbridge and the bauble- light bulching out of his bristolry. And Jarl von Hoother had his tristiest cabaleer on; and looked haggards after lazatables and rode fourscore odd- winters