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bulls!): from Livland, hoks zivios, from Lettland, skall vives!
With Impress of Asias and Queen Columbia for her pairanymphs
and the singing sands for herbrides' music: goosegaze annoynted
uns, canailles canzoned and me to she her shyblumes lifted: and
I pudd a name and wedlock boltoned round her the which to
carry till her grave, my durdin dearly, Appia Lippia Pluviabilla,
whiles I herr lifer amstell and been: I chained her chastemate to
grippe fiuming snugglers, her chambrett I bestank so to spunish
furiosos: I was her hochsized, her cleavunto, her everest, she was
my annie, my lauralad, my pisoved: who cut her ribbons when
nought my prowes? who expoused that havenliness to beacha-
lured ankerrides when not I, freipforter?: in trinity huts they
met my dame, pick of their poke for me: when I foregather 'twas
my sumbad, if I farseeker itch my list: had I not workit in my
cattagut with dogshunds' crotts to clene and had I not gifted
of my coataways, constantonoble's aim: and, fortiffed by my
right as man of capitol, I did umgyrdle her about, my vermin-
celly vinagerette, with all loving kindness as far as in man's
might it lay and enfranchised her to liberties of fringes: and I
gave until my lilienyounger turkeythighs soft goods and hard-
ware (catalogue, passim) and ladderproof hosiery lines (see
stockinger's raiment), cocquette coiffs (see Agnes' hats) and
peningsworths of the best taste of knaggs of jets and silvered
waterroses and geegaws of my pretty novelties and wispywaspy
frocks of redferns and lauralworths, trancepearances such as
women cattle bare and peltries piled, the peak of Pim's and
Slyne's and Sparrow's, loomends day lumineused luxories on
looks, La Primamère, Pyrrha Pyrrhine, Or de Reinebeau, Sourire
d'Hiver and a crinoline, wide a shire, and pattens for her trilibies
that know she might the tortuours of the boots and bedes of
wampun with to toy and a murcery glaze of shard to mirrow, for
all daintiness by me and theetime, the cupandnaggin hour: and
I wound around my swanchen's neckplace a school of shells of
moyles marine to swing their saysangs in her silents: and, upping
her at king's count, her aldritch cry oloss unheading, what
though exceeding bitter, I pierced her beak with order of the