purcell’s office, so deeply deplored by my pint of porter when it was too late. My fate! O hate! Fairwail! Fearwealing of the grasses, his prey can see his bow and wheer’s his leaker and heer lays his bequiet hearse, deep; Swed Albiony, likeliest villain of the genes between the lines 567 line 6 from top for ‘and burialplot’ read ‘and his burialplot’ 174 line 26 from top no gap between the lines run north-south in the twitter litter between