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_Gos._ No wind blow fair yet? no return of moneys? Letters? nor any thing to hold my hopes up? Why then 'tis destin'd, that I fall, fall miserably! My credit I was built on, sinking with me. Thou boystrous North-wind, blowing my misfortunes, And frosting all my hopes to cakes...
_Gos._ No, I can send to _Barbary_, those people That never yet knew faith, have nobler freedoms: These carry to _Vanlock_, and take my Bills in, To _Peter Zuten_ these: bring b...
1. Chapter 1_Gos._ No wind blow fair yet? no return of moneys? Letters? nor any thing to hold my hopes up? Why then 'tis destin'd, that I fall, fall miserably! My credit I was built on, sin...
2. Chapter 2_Ger._ Indeed you're welcome: I have heard your scape, And therefore give her leave, that only loves you; (Truly and dearly loves you) give her joy leave To bid you welcome: wha...
3. Chapter 3_Jac._ I'll stay no longer; My Mother's an old Woman, and my Brother Was drown'd at Sea, with catching Cockles. O Love! O how my heart melts in me: how thou fir'st me!