| of word's law, who never with humself was fed and leaves | 1 |
| his soil to lave his head, when his hope's in his highlows from | 2 |
| whisking his woe, if he came to my preach, a proud pursebroken | 3 |
| ranger, when the heavens were welling the spite of their spout, | 4 |
| to beg for a bite in our bark Noisdanger, would meself and Mac | 5 |
Jeffet, four-in-hand, foot him out? ay! were he my own | 6 |
| breastbrother, my doubled withd love and my singlebiassed hate, | 7 |
| were we bread by the same fire and signed with the same salt, | 8 |
| had we tapped from the same master and robbed the same till, | 9 |
| were we tucked in the one bed and bit by the one flea, homo- | 10 |
| gallant and hemycapnoise, bum and dingo, jack by churl, though | 11 |
| it broke my heart to pray it, still I'd fear I'd hate to say! | 12 |
| 12. Sacer esto? | 13 |
| Answer: Semus sumus! | 14 |