[…] the sayd Phillip […] in the same his pilgrimage was stricken with such colde, that he fell into a palsey, and was benumbed of the right side of his body.
“Over there I'm growing Lumper,” he tells us as we look across potato rows growing between poplar windbreaks.
Oh, he set off the moment he had breakfasted![…]
[…] And made them fight, like mad or drunk, / For Dame Religion, as for punk...
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