I have drunk en-ee-cee-tee-ay-ar from the ef-ell-oh-doubleyou-ee-ar-ess in his gee-ay-ar-dee-ee-en many a time.

What the devil are you doing here at this time of night?

The finish is first class everywhere on the bike. Nothing is cobby or rough or hurriedly done.

To make a Sketch, or a more perfect Model of a Picture, is in the Language of Poets, to draw up the Scenary of a Play, and the reaſon is the ſame for both; to guide the Undertaking, and to preſerve the Remembrance of ſuch things, whoſe Natures are difficult to retain.