a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time.  Mark me now.  In woman’s womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away.  This is the postcreation.  OMNIS Caro ad te VENIET.  No question but her name is puissant who aventried the dear corse of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd, our mighty mother and mother most venerable and Bernardus saith aptly that She hath an OMNIPOTENTIAM DEIPARAE SUPPLICEM, that is to wit, an almightiness of petition because she is the second Eve and she won us, saith Augustine too, whereas that other, our grandam, which we are linked up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all, seed, breed and generation, for a penny pippin.  But here is the matter now.  Or she knew him, that second I say, and was but creature of her creature, VERGINE Madre, FIGLIA DI TUO FIGLIO, or she knew him not and then stands she in the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who lives in the house that Jack built and with Joseph the joiner patron of the happy demise of all unhappy marriages, PARCEQUE M. Leo Taxil nous A DIT QUE qui L’AVAIT mise Dans CETTE FICHUE position C’ETAIT le Sacre pigeon, Ventre de dieu!  ENTWEDER transubstantiality Oder consubstantiality but in no case subsubstantiality.  And all cried out upon it for a very scurvy word.  A pregnancy without joy, he said, a birth without pangs, a body without blemish, a belly without bigness.  Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship.  With will will we withstand, withsay.

Hereupon Punch Costello dinged with his fist upon the board and would sing a bawdy catch staboo STABELLA about a wench that was put in pod of a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he did straightways now attack:  The first three months she was not well, staboo, when here nurse Quigley from the door angerly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it not meet as she remembered them being her mind was to have all orderly against lord Andrew came for because she was jealous that no gasteful turmoil might shorten the honour of her guard.  It was an ancient and a sad matron of a sedate look and christian walking, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor did her hortative want of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello was of them all embraided and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and shaked him with menace of blandishments others whiles they all chode with him, a murrain seize the dolt, what a devil he would be at, thou chuff, thou puny, thou got in peasestraw, thou losel, thou chitterling, thou spawn of a rebel, thou dykedropt, thou abortion thou, to shut up his drunken drool out of that like a curse of God ape, the good sir Leopold that had for his cognisance the flower of quiet, margerain gentle, advising also the time’s occasion as most sacred and most worthy to be most sacred.  In Horne’s house rest should reign.