THE BOARS HEAD TAVERN, EASTCHEAP.
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It is a pious custom in some Catries to s by votive lig before tures.
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In like manner fared al Ser considers it y to ligion of er or o rescue some merit from oblivion.
tator, opulent in tomes of dissertations; tors send up mists of obscurity from tes at ttom of eac of eulogy or researco she cloud of incense and of smoke.
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For my part, I love to give myself up to try.
A ion t never existed is just as valuable to me as a ory t existed a ty to ties of ure, I give up fat Jack for men of ancient c ries o