“Some books are lies frae end to end, and some great lies were never penn’d…….”.
“Its stature seem’d lang Scotch ells twa, the queerest shape that e’er I saw,….”.
“‘Sax thousand years are near-hand fled, sin’ I was to the butchering bred;…’”.
“‘Where I kill’d ane, a fair strae-death, by loss of blood or want o’ breath, this night I’m free to tak my aith that Hornbook’s skill has clad a score i’ their last claith, by drap and pill.’”.

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