[…]But then the mind much ſufferance doth or'e ſcip, When griefe hath mates,and bearing fellowſhip : How light and portable my paine ſeemes now, When that which makes me bend, makes the King bow, He childed as I fathered,Tom away, Marke the high noyſes and thy ſelfe bewray,[…]

"How he managed to light it, God knows, for he was as drunk as a lord.

This is a game in which the electric dice are particularly useful to the sharp.

They shall come up with acceptance on mine altar.