the Bottom of the Bit may fall almost to the Bottom of the Nab , and shoot the Bolt back

Some branches weren't duckable and there was nothing to do but close my eyes and shield myself with an arm. Mesquite thorns sliced into my hands, neck and face.

‘Nobody of any elegance of manners can exist, where tradesmen, attornies, and mechanics have the pas.’

… I did incounter that obſeene and moſt prepoſterous euent that draweth frõ my ſnowhite pen the ebon coloured Incke, which here thou vieweſt, beholdeſt, ſuruayeſt, or ſeeſt. … There did I ſee that low ſpirited Swaine, … hight Coſtard, (Clow[ne]. O mee) ſorted and conſorted contrary to thy eſtabliſhed proclaymed Edict and continent Cannon; Which with, o with, but with this I paſſion to ſay wherewith: / Clo[wne]. With a Wench.