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rice; we have none good here; but all other eatables in perfection) I beg pardon for the long foregoing parenthesis (the next shall be shorter) you see it was necessary. Ure Dolis a de vel it hinc. Mi mollis ab uti, an angeli se. An has fine iis, a fine face, ab re ast as no, a belli fora que en. An di me quis mi molli as I ples. As for your jogg Ralph Eye, I may say without vanity, that I exceed you as far as from east to west. First with submission, you should have begun with the Poles Are Tick Ann Tarr Tick, next the May read dye Ann, the Eak water, the whore Eyes on, the Eak lip Tick, the Trow Pick of can sir, the Trow pick of Cap rye corn, or Cap Rick horn, the twelve signes Aare I ease, Tower us, Jay me knee, Can Sir, lay O, Veer goe, lye braw (quoth the Scotchman) Sage it are eye us, Cap wrye corn us, hack weary us, and piss is; together with Cull ewers, Zounds, and Climb bats, &c. &c. In order to give you a full idea of the chief towns in Europe, I shall only mention some of lord Peterborow's rambles. He had like to break al Lisbon in Portugal: he Mad rid through Spain: he could not find Room in Italy: he was Constant in a pull among the Turks: he met with his name sake Peter's burgh in Musk O vye: he had like to Crack O in Poland: when he came to Vye any, he did there jeer many: in France he declared the king of Great Britain, with its king upon the Par is: in a certain northern country he took a frolick to put on a Fryer's Cope; and then he was in Cope in Hag in. Pray Dean mark that. In Holland he met with a G—amester,—Dam you, said he in a passion, for a cheat: he was there poxt by a whore; and he cried out, Rot her dam her. Thus far I know of his