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| − | of word's law, who never with humself was fed and leaves | + | of word's law, [[who never with humself was fed]] and leaves |
his soil to lave his head, when his hope's in his highlows from | his soil to lave his head, when his hope's in his highlows from | ||
whisking his woe, if he came to my preach, a proud pursebroken | whisking his woe, if he came to my preach, a proud pursebroken | ||
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had we tapped from the same master and robbed the same till, | had we tapped from the same master and robbed the same till, | ||
were we tucked in the one bed and bit by the one flea, homo- | were we tucked in the one bed and bit by the one flea, homo- | ||
| − | gallant and hemycapnoise, bum and dingo, jack by churl, though | + | gallant and hemycapnoise, bum and dingo, [[jack by churl]], though |
it broke my heart to pray it, still I'd fear I'd hate to say! | it broke my heart to pray it, still I'd fear I'd hate to say! | ||
12. <I>[[Sacer esto]]?</I> | 12. <I>[[Sacer esto]]?</I> | ||
| − | Answer: <I> | + | Answer: <I>[[Semus sumus]]!</I> |
Latest revision as of 12:27, 1 August 2009
of word's law, who never with humself was fed and leaves his soil to lave his head, when his hope's in his highlows from whisking his woe, if he came to my preach, a proud pursebroken ranger, when the heavens were welling the spite of their spout, to beg for a bite in our bark Noisdanger, would meself and Mac Jeffet, four-in-hand, foot him out? — ay! — were he my own breastbrother, my doubled withd love and my singlebiassed hate, were we bread by the same fire and signed with the same salt, had we tapped from the same master and robbed the same till, were we tucked in the one bed and bit by the one flea, homo- gallant and hemycapnoise, bum and dingo, jack by churl, though it broke my heart to pray it, still I'd fear I'd hate to say! 12. Sacer esto? Answer: Semus sumus!
