must surely run ad libi.—
I'm a victim! friend and pitcher!—done incontinently
brown—your
Poet is immensely diddled by a—but narrabo tibi:—
(There's a Lady, * who writes verses, in the true spas—
modic metre,—
Better writes she, certes, better than all women with—
out end:
Writes full darkly:—I defy all Bards alive or dead to
beat her