THE MERCHANDISE OF THREE KINGDOMS.PART 4

of the witterest sands. O Cerebration,celerity plead my cerebrum to the antechamber of this commerce.Clinkily foregathers" Do not swear,they spoke in alibi,cloudless torts to clutter.This merchandise,witterest sands foated over the realms,boundless shores and farthest seas not encroached nor constipated by the laity. Jungles and bohemians,oddyseys and course lovers,Sweetest faintest spurious succumbs.Tis at someone`s coattails,circumstances as cobber of slothful coastline catapults Jack Robinsons. Like coagulants they clobber at this sound bank to chisel pedigrees and landmark coincidence.Not the cognoscenti to infatuate cold comfort.Homely in your drift,plain good spoken confession resides, 0 Where hip rises like fair mound. If that be the measure of joy,let ages plough fallow in the farthest seas.And to the public gaunt and mensfolk`s haunt,let ages fair justice speaks. Subjects!Not the mutineers,with the prisoners of wars`camp?Does it sound rational to avers that your sovereign