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 big red nose with drinking ale and whisky and being all at their last prayers as she thought: a little boy burst out into loud laughter: O thou thoughtless rogue, said the captain, what makes thee to laugh, in seeing us all on the point of perishing? why said the boy, I cannot but laugh for to think what a fine sport it will be, when we are all drowning, to see how that man's red nose will make the water biz, when he comes about it, at which words they all fell a laughing and cherished the crew, so that they made another attempt to weather it out, and got all safe ashore at last.

My lovely Bet,

The beauty of old age, thy hoary head, and louching shoulders incline to mortality: yet I'll compare thee to the Eagle that has renewed her youth, or a leek with a white head and a green tail, this comes to thee with my kind compliments, for the kisses of thy lips, and the kindness I had to thy late bed-fellow fidler Pate my brother penchioner, ah! how we drank other's health, with the broe of the brucket ews, we brought from boughts of the German Boors; but it's nonsense to blow the dead when in the dust, yet a better Vialer never screeded on a silken cord, or kittl'd cat's trypes wi' his finger ends; his elbows were supple as an eel, and his fingers dabbed at the jigging end like a hungry hen picking barley: I seldom or ever saw him drunk, if keep him