Thy Garments ſhall be made of Medean ſilke, Enchaſt with precious iewels of mine owne: More rich and valurous than Zenocrates.

Big Russ, not marga I still got a crush on Zara

boyl them till the Aquavitæ be incorporate; then take of Camomile, Rue red Sage, and Misseldine[…]

‘Look at that water! No wonder Duddle said he wouldn’t dare take the raft down this way; it’s dreadful!’ / Togget pointed ahead. ‘Yurr oi think et wursens yonder, ’ark at ee roaren et makes!’