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peeps! And try to saviourise the nights of labour to the order of | peeps! And try to saviourise the nights of labour to the order of | ||
our blooding worold! While [[Pliny the Younger]] writes to [[Pliny the Elder|Pliny]] | our blooding worold! While [[Pliny the Younger]] writes to [[Pliny the Elder|Pliny]] | ||
| − | [[Pliny the Elder|the Elder]] his calamolumen of contumellas, what Aulus Gellius | + | [[Pliny the Elder|the Elder]] his calamolumen of contumellas, what [[Aulus Gellius]] |
picked on Micmacrobius and what Vitruvius pocketed from | picked on Micmacrobius and what Vitruvius pocketed from | ||
Cassiodorus. Like we larnt from that Buke of Lukan in Dublin's | Cassiodorus. Like we larnt from that Buke of Lukan in Dublin's | ||
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name is on the hero, Capellisato, shoehanded slaughterer of the shader of our leaves. Attach him! Hold! Yet stir thee, to clay, Tamor! Why wilt thou erewaken him from his earth, O summonor- other: he is weatherbitten from the dusts of ages? The hour of his closing hies to hand; the tocsin that shall claxonise his ware- abouts. If one who remembered his webgoods and tealofts were to ask of a hooper for whose it was the storks were quitting Aquileyria, this trundler would not wot; if other who joined faith when his depth charge bombed our barrel spillway were to! Jehosophat, what doom is here! Rain ruth on them, sire! The wing of Moykill cover him! The Bulljon Bossbrute quarantee him! Calavera, caution! Slaves to Virtue, save his Veritotem! Bearara Tolearis, procul abeat! Ivorbonegorer of Danamara- ca be, his Hector Protector! Woldomar with Vasa, peel your peeps! And try to saviourise the nights of labour to the order of our blooding worold! While Pliny the Younger writes to Pliny the Elder his calamolumen of contumellas, what Aulus Gellius picked on Micmacrobius and what Vitruvius pocketed from Cassiodorus. Like we larnt from that Buke of Lukan in Dublin's capital, Kongdam Coombe. Even if you are the kooper of the winkel over measure never lost a licence. Nor a duckindonche divulse from bath and breakfast. And for the honour of Alcohol drop that you-know-what-I've-come-about-I-saw-your-act air! Punch may be pottleproud but his Judy's a wife's wit better. For the producer (Mr John Baptister Vickar) caused a deep abuliousness to descend upon the Father of Truants and, at a side issue, pluterpromptly brought on the scene the cutletsized con- sort, foundling filly of fortyshilling fostertailor and shipman's shopahoyden, weighing ten pebble ten, scaling five footsy five and spanning thirtyseven inchettes round the good companions, twentynine ditties round the wishful waistress, thirtyseven alsos round the answer to everything, twentythree of the same round each of the quis separabits, fourteen round the beginning of hap- piness and nicely nine round her shoed for slender.
