Die.
I give per annum two hundred Ells of Lockram,
That there be no strait dealings in their Linnens,
But the Sails cut according to their Burthens.
To all Bell-ringers, I bequeath new Ropes,
And let them use 'em at their own discretions.
Ars.
You may remember us.
Die.
I do good Gentlemen,