[B]reath his faults ſo quaintly, / That they may ſeeme the taints of liberty; / The flaſh and out-breake of a fiery minde, / A ſauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of generall aſſault.
Your fault for bein' so lackwit, ours for givin' you leave.
A fisher next his trembling angle bears.
"You ain't half as pippy as Mr. Carlyon was sometimes. It'll be all the same in a hundred years. Got a match?” Forsyth found no consolation in the fact that Carlyon was pippy.
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