Whatsoever you would gild must be first drawn with a gold size.

[…] I never thought I would be such a fool, and he began spluttering in the water, and throwing it about him like a wild duck at play. Over and over his head and neck he poured spongeful after spongeful, till the water flowed in streams from every particular pendicle of hair which hung from his head.

[…] but ſoft: who wafts vs yonder.

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