a time has a tussle with the costard? And did not care three tanker’s hoots, (’sham! hem! or chaffit!) for any time ever I ate the Suenders bible. Hadn’t we heaven’s lamps to hide or a bossom to tempt a birch canoedler not to freund. Herenow chuck english and learn to pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could lieve his olde by his fore feelhers, flexors, contractors, depres- sors and extensors, lamely, harry