tearing off my breeches—and now you want my pocket⸺
Whereas—had you first taken my pocket, as you do with your own people—and then left me bare a⸺’d after—I had been a beast to have complain’d⸺
As it is⸺
⸺’Tis contrary to the law of nature .
⸺’Tis contrary to reason .
⸺’Tis contrary to the gospel .
But not to this⸺said he—putting a printed paper into my hand,
Par le Roy .
⸺⸺’Tis a pithy prolegomenon, quoth I—and so read on⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻