Uice hath golden cheekes, O pittie, pittie, She in euery land doth monarchize. Uertue is exilde from euery Cittie, Uertue is a foole, Uice onely wise.

We had a midflight meal.

“Perdy, ſir knight,” ſaide then th’ enchaunter blive […]

whose name is spoken of and to your maiestie letters commonitorie , exhortatorie , and of correction