Thenne after this lady was delyuerd and chirched / there came a knyghte vnto her / his name was sire Bromel la pleche / the whiche was a grete lord and he hadde loued that lady longe / and he euermore desyred her to wedde her / and soo by no meane she coude putte hym of

The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife.

Another female inmate of her abode told her its use would bring luck, so she spent a day in a hop joint smoking opium until night came.

Calum’s always cutting about spouting shite about his pals.