Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this written embassage,

“Man, I haven’t seen you in a minute,” he says, smiling still. “Maybe like two, three years ago?”

Have you never observed, through my inexpressibles, a large prominency, circa genitalia? It was a swelled testicle […] .

Good morra, Willie,says he, with the same old vicious smile.Good morra and good luck,says Willie, as little as ever mismoved,won't ye sit down and have a pick of dinner with us?"