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23 ſport it will be when we are all drowning, to ſee how that man's red noſe will make the water biz when it comes about it; at which words they all fell a laughing and cheriſhed the crew, lo that they made another attempt to weather out, and got all ſafe aſhore at laſt.

John Falkirk's Love Letter to the Fiddler's Widow

My lovely Bet, the beauty of old age, thy heary head, and louching ſhoulders incline to mortality; yet I will compare thee to the Eagle that has renewed her youth, or leek with a white head and a green tail, this comes to thee with my kind compliments for kiſſes of thy lips and the kindneſs I had for thy late bed-fellow, Fiddler Pate, my brother penſioner, ah! how we drank others healths with the broe of the bucket ewes, we brought from boughts of the German Boors; but it's nonſenſe to praiſe the dead, when in the duſt, yet a better Vialer never freeded on a ſilken cord, or kittled a cat's trypes wi' his finger-ends,