of his cause, (who shall say?) in her summock, wit’s wat, wot’s wet) was encouraged, although nearvanashed himself, by one step sublime incubation, the manewanting human lioness with her noces of interregnation: How do I not? You do. Our bright bull babe Frank Kevin is on the boney part! Goalball I’ve struck this daylit dielate night of you, sayd he, my truest patrions good founter, poles a port and zones asunder, tie up