At ſight of him the people with a ſhout / Rifted the Air clamouring thir god with praiſe,

So, here's my plan: I'm reasonably confident I can forgo the butts and the hard stuff for the rest of my days; there will always be heaven, after all, in which to smoke an infinity of Marlboro Reds while slurping my googolplexth Grey Goose martini.

I marvell'd ſhe ſung ſo ſmall indeed, being no Maid.

to marline a rope