| the wious pish of your cogodparents, soph, among countless | 1 |
| occasions of failing (for, said you, I will elenchate), adding to the | 2 |
| malice of your transgression, yes, and changing its nature, (you | 3 |
| see I have read your theology for you) alternating the morosity | 4 |
of my delectations a philtred love, trysting by tantrums, | 5 |
small peace in ppenmark with sensibility, sponsibility, passi- | 6 |
| bility and prostability, your lubbock's other fear pleasures of a | 7 |
| butler's life, even extruding your strabismal apologia, when | 8 |
| legibly depressed, upon defenceless paper and thereby adding to | 9 |
| the already unhappiness of this our popeyed world, scribblative! | 10 |
all that too with cantreds of countless catchaleens, the man- | 11 |
| nish as many as the minneful, congested around and about you | 12 |
| for acres and roods and poles or perches, thick as the fluctuant | 13 |
| sands of Chalwador, accomplished women, indeed fully edu- | 14 |
| canded, far from being old and rich behind their dream of arri- | 15 |
| visme, if they have only their honour left, and not deterred by bad | 16 |
| weather when consumed by amorous passion, struggling to pos- | 17 |
| sess themselves of your boosh, one son of Sorge for all daughters | 18 |
| of Anguish, solus cum sola sive cuncties cum omnibobs (I'd have | 19 |
| been the best man for you, myself), mutely aying for hat natural | 20 |
| knot, debituary vases or vessels preposterous, for what would | 21 |
| not have cost you ten bolivars of collarwork or the price of one | 22 |
| ping pang, just a lilt, let us trillt, of the oldest song in the wooed | 23 |
| woodworld, (two-we! to-one!), accompanied by a plain gold | 24 |
| band! Hail! Hail! Highbosomheaving Missmisstress Morna of | 25 |
| the allsweetheartening bridemuredemeanour! Her eye's so glad- | 26 |
some we'll all take shares in the groom! | 27 |
| Sniffer of carrion, premature gravedigger, seeker of the nest | 28 |
| of evil in the bosom of a good word, you, who sleep at our vigil | 29 |
| and fast for our feast, you with your dislocated reason, have | 30 |
| cutely foretold, a jophet in your own absence, by blind poring | 31 |
| upon your many scalds and burns and blisters, impetiginous sore | 32 |
| and pustules, by the auspices of that raven cloud, your shade, and | 33 |
| by the auguries of rooks in parlament, death with every disaster, | 34 |
| the dynamitisation of colleagues, the reducing of records to | 35 |
| ashes, the levelling of all customs by blazes, the return of a lot | 36 |