The Riuer-waking-Serpent to make sleepe,
Whose horride crest, blew scales, and vnces blacke,
Threat euery one a death. ~Heywood, 1609
oure thyng rives them
with the terribil gladnes
for too much story stooles
fremescent no gowdy and
all hee heel what gow hoyseth
of heels ower river kyng
hath this too his ony gowlere
and with out dayes for hoo
hart of stone or of heels
ower river freke y-felde sobs
to the unkuowthe at
mownt þiself to uncouenable trees
he lives at present in loo
in the quality of chief fontanier &
freams and skrawling þrou hedge flask
with stopping said to one uncouth
if them had finished trassh fro
when clangour comes utter
that which skye brays splitter
who ropes froes
his nationals wrong a-wey
i've got to go laid
mine honour vnto what
haue wych is whatsoever
caused to ascend freake good
of water which and freke y-felde sobs
ony gowlere to ascend with brays
fremescent clangour the skye a-wey
his the fro to utter his father
a river froes chaines gowdy
if þou of the not þiself
and skrawling no out
of laid mine ony
wrong good bere
and had finished
the armed thyng
unkuowthe fontanier
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see ign wot
its pip myopia thringler
deuda feuda and fedula
king freake federal our coven water
tease gowse femur threen givingly
wrong ony to hart stone laid
thine the hedge of water
fonnish the source and original first
what err listener fonkin if thou couldst
the funduck scapegoat scopcoat
in which hot amalgamation is practiced
symeon tuix his handes fang
felly fangis it a torch
fanfarrado all heel goweth
in the quality
these gowns of grograyne
english in the art
her aunt that wears eternal black
gaming houses
shrewd
not to boult it [the flour]
soe sore uppon
the gurgeones of brainn
blues boxings sharps
scuftings pollards
seconds middlings
nes his pitaunce
o rode bute
a sponge of galle
than washe your shepe there-with
umbonated
the stade spondeus foote
neowran wyrttruman
delf up
twit nixon
beep i doo
coon coin carne' curse
cohen khan coven
cooin' karneddy cœurs
many vertues and wonders
winstram spocking spool
we knowe wele what pardon wee shull have
i brought half a fou
o good red goud
out oer the sea with me
hurry up tovaritch and
tape good the mouths
fecht and gangs aff with a snarl
