[S]ensing that the end of 'Britain' may be inevitable, a forgotten sentiment is occurring to the one people in this island who, says Alan Ford, never get a fair suck of the sauce bottle.

But ſince I loue to liue at libertie, As eaſily may you get the Souldans crowne, As any prizes out of my precinct.

I did not discuss the prognosis with Dr. Glass, nor did I ask him any questions about my probable longevity — or shortgevity.

‘So, Miss Stanhope’ (said he) ‘you see I am come a courting in a true Lover like Manner.’