" "If poor little Bowles can conquer them with a red jacket that's too small for him, to say nothing of the fit it would give to the British army, I think I can scrape up a garment or two that will startle them in another way.

And then retyre to the Buttry and there eat it, And drink a lusty bowle to my younger Master That must be now the heir will do all these, I and be drunk too; These are mortal things.