I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind / Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine
The cow is of the bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other, milk.
He does not want them to be read as we might read a lexigraph, a postmodern painting of words such as Joseph Kosuth's red...
It [this book] ſhews too, who ſets out for life amain, / As if the laſting Crown they would attain: / Here alſo you may ſee the reaſon why / They looſe their labour, and like Fools do die.
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