Thine cocks shall be dead for years
I shall take your silver coins and use them for our wars, and also for mine own private feasts of hogs heads and caverns of good beer from the autumn harvest
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Thine cocks shall be dead for years
I shall take your silver coins and use them for our wars, and also for mine own private feasts of hogs heads and caverns of good beer from the autumn harvest
Give me your silver coins and I shall promise there thou shalt hath forty good summers ahead of thee, when fate doth decree you shall be healed. Alchemy taketh time.