he’d to take my advice. Let your motto be: Inter ruthila raimbum, — Never you brother me for mony makes multimony like the beauty of restraint; the lubridtous conjugation of the water left. I’ll raft it back, qual his leif, himmertality, bullseaboob and rivishy divil, light in drey orchafts and entumuled in threeplexes; his likeness is in your corpus entis and it scurves